Green Hill, Library Pavilion.
On the stairs leading to the fourth floor of the Library Pavilion, a little girl in a small red jacket, a fluffy tail trailing behind her, hopped up the steps with a food box in her arms.
"Ah!"
She had underestimated the weight of the food box. In an instant, she lost her balance and pitched helplessly toward the floor ahead.
The little girl reflexively shut her eyes, but the expected embarrassing crash never came. An invisible force steadily caught her, averting a disaster.
A few steps away, Wang Chen, seated cross-legged on the ground, set down the Daoist book in his hand and asked curiously, "Little Bell, why are you delivering the meal again today?"
Little Bell steadied herself, her little face flushed crimson. Pouting angrily, she said, "Sister Feifei is slacking off again. She's so good at bullying us children! When you see her later, you have to teach her a proper lesson!"
After thinking it over, she added, "Just a little lesson will do."
"Alright."
Wang Chen smiled and reached out to take the food box. "You've worked hard. Let me give you a gift."
"Really?"
Little Bell's eyes immediately lit up.
She knew that Wang Chen was an immortal human cultivator from the outside world. He had a very good relationship with Sister Jiaojiao and had even won the Fox Queen's special regard, receiving permission to enter the Library Pavilion and browse its Daoist texts.
A person like that surely possessed great abilities, and he would not be stingy when he made a move.
The little girl was filled with anticipation.
Wang Chen did not disappoint her. He gave her a puppet bird.
This puppet bird had been one of Wang Chen's practice pieces, refined from leftover scraps. Though it was not