"How did you get your hands on it?" Bai Qiuen looked somewhat surprised that Tu Shan Yaya had managed to take his gourd.
"This thing may look quite valuable, but do you think I'll let you go just because of it?" Tu Shan Yaya said expressionlessly.
"Don't force me." Bai Qiuen's expression gradually turned serious.
"What, you want to fight me?" Tu Shan Yaya spoke slowly. The two then faced off, and the atmosphere at the scene gradually grew heavy.
"Heroine, spare us! Spare us! Please let us go, let us go!" The next moment, Bai Qiuen immediately dropped to his knees, clasped his hands together, and began begging for mercy. The surrounding yokai were all left dumbfounded by the sight.
"That's impressive. He can bend and stretch as needed. Come to think of it, I ought to learn from these two." Bai Qiuen's move stunned Shen Fei slightly before making him thoughtful. He had never cared much about saving face himself, but he had never gone as far as Bai Qiuen and Bai Yuechu. Thinking of Zhang Chulan, Shen Fei felt that this behavior was not without merit.
Of course, he could not copy them completely, but he could learn the spirit at its core. After all, those who study me shall live, while those who imitate me shall die.
"Dad, are you paying New Year's respects?" Once Bai Yuechu's eyes returned to normal, he looked at his father's behavior and immediately spoke up. This father-son pair truly lived up to being father and son.
Tu Shan Yaya then tossed aside the gourd, walked over to Bai Yuechu, and crouched in front of him. She lifted his chin with a jade-like finger and said, "Cry for me."
Tu Shan Yaya had merely told Bai Yuechu to cry, but her