So that was it?
What was it?
Hm?
Why are you all looking at me?
The spirit of the artifact, who looked exactly like the gentle, jade-like Green-shirted Spirit from before, saw Zhang Xiaoyu and Qi WuHuo staring at him together. For some reason, a chill crept up his back. After thinking it over, he figured it was probably because he had stolen Little Medicine Spirit's fruit, so he set Little Medicine Spirit down.
He affectionately patted his hair, putting on a show of harmony.
After thinking for a moment, he placed the fruit he had already eaten halfway into the dazed Little Medicine Spirit's hands.
He paused.
Then he reached out and shifted the fruit's position.
He turned the untouched side toward Qi WuHuo and Zhang Xiaoyu, as if he hadn't eaten any of it.
Then, smiling, he bowed and said, "Ah, I just remembered that my true form needs a little oil and maintenance."
"It's been neglected for years and isn't fit for much use."
"I'm afraid I've made a spectacle of myself in front of you two. I'll take my leave, then. Farewell, farewell."
But the two across from him didn't change their gaze at all. Qi WuHuo said:
"No matter. I swear upon my Dao Heart that I only need you to show your face."
Only then did the spirit of the artifact grow doubtful. Seeing the young Daoist calmly produce Supreme Xuanwei's token, and remembering the two great figures living not far away, he finally gave a bright, warm smile and said:
"If all you need is for me to show my face, then that should be possible..."
At last, Zhang Xiaoyu came around. He murmured to himself, "So that's... how it is."
An artifact spirit, one identical to Fuxi.
A spell prepared specifically for