When the young Daoist returned, his mind was clear and he had already awakened in the wind, but the smell of wine still clung to him. The spirit in the green shirt froze for a moment, his nose twitching slightly. With an interested look, he lifted his eyes, a smile appearing in them. Then he circled the young Daoist, his gaze growing much gentler, and said:
"You're back. Go change your clothes and wash your face with warm water to get rid of the smell of wine."
"Otherwise, Great Celestial Venerable Yuqing will be displeased."
Perhaps the wine was still in his system, because the young Daoist failed to notice the green-shirted youth's gentleness. He went off in a daze to wash up, and only after his spirits had lifted did he plan to pay his respects to the three Teachers. Once the young Daoist had left, the green-shirted spirit, still holding Little Medicine Spirit, strolled over as if nothing were amiss. With a slight movement of his fingers, the young Daoist's robe rose into the air and fell into his hands.
The robe was immaculate and carefree, but when Qi WuHuo had changed his blood earlier, his blood had come and gone, inevitably leaving behind a few traces. The green-shirted youth moved his fingers, and wisps of light rippled across the flawless robe. In the end, they transformed into threads of blood-red light. As the light shifted, the man in the green shirt's expression softened, and compassion filled his eyes.
His fingers closed around the light, and that trace of blood settled back onto the robe.
The green-shirted youth remained silent for a long time. Then, as if abruptly roused from a daze, he frowned slightly. "Hm? Why did I sneak over here and stare at this guy's robe?!"