Xu Yi had initially wondered which unseen old rival was behind this, but it was clearly not the case. He had been in this world for several years and had made plenty of enemies, but as for who he was friends with, even he couldn't remember.
This was truly bizarre.
"Third Sis, you're always lying. What's so fun about this lousy place? Who'd want to come here? It's so boring. And why did you give away the wonderful talisman Third Uncle Ancestor rewarded you with? You watched his incense burner for two whole years before that stingy old miser finally gave it to you."
The speaker was a sturdy, tiger-headed boy of eleven or twelve. He was as round as a ball, but had an excellent bearing—a rare, handsome little fatty.
As he grumbled, the chubby boy deftly popped one peeled, sugar-roasted chestnut after another into his mouth, as quickly as running water.
"You dare slander Third Uncle Ancestor? You insolent Zhang Baoyu, you're asking for a beating!"
Zhang Bao'er, dressed in an apricot-yellow skirt, reached over and rapped the boy on the head. Her clear, oval face held a hint of annoyance, and her beauty was dazzling.
Zhang Baoyu clutched his head and cried out in pain. "Third Sis is a liar! Third Sis is unfair! I'm going straight back to tell Seventh Uncle that you gave away the treasure Third Uncle Ancestor gave you. Hmph..."
Zhang Bao'er grabbed Zhang Baoyu by the ear and scolded him. "You little Zhang Baoyu, your cultivation hasn't improved, but your devious schemes sure have. Now you're even threatening to tattle on me? Fine, very fine. I encourage you to go ahead. Next year, when we go to Immortal King City for the ancestral rites, you can go with Zhang Mingli and