Yunxi narrowed her eyes. She had used an Immortal Artifact to conceal her aura—how had this little bamboo spirit seen through her disguise?
A gentle smile appeared on her face as she asked, "Little Bamboo, how did you know I was a big sister?"
The little master seemed to realize he had misspoken. He trembled fearfully, then said in a tiny voice, "Zhusheng can see it."
Yunxi was truly surprised. She lowered her head to inspect her robe, then touched the Glazed Jade Mask on her face. After confirming that there were no flaws, she decided not to dwell on the matter and continued asking, "You asked me to help save your grandfather. What happened to him? Where is he now?"
Having been asked the crucial question, Zhusheng stopped crying. He wiped the tear stains from his little face and looked at Yunxi with pale green eyes. "Zhusheng doesn't know what happened either. Grandfather woke me from my slumber, then poured his essence into my body and sent me away.
"But when Zhusheng left, I saw Grandfather's body turning black. His eyes changed from emerald green to gray. It was frightening. Then the entire bamboo forest changed."
Although Zhusheng's explanation was vague, Yunxi understood. The little bamboo spirit's grandfather had clearly been controlled by some unknown power, yet had desperately sent his descendant somewhere safe in the hopes that he could escape.
But the little fellow was worried about his grandfather. He wanted to save him but lacked the ability, so he could only seek help from cultivators entering the bamboo forest. And because she smelled nice and was a female cultivator, she had been fortunate enough to be chosen.
After hearing her master's analysis, Dian Dian asked, "Master, are we saving him?"
Yunxi looked at the little bamboo spirit