Shen Tang had arrived in a whirlwind and left in a hurry.
Before Chu Yao departed, he cast Jimò Qiu a meaningful sidelong glance.
The young High Priest, a dot of vermilion between his brows, curled his lips slightly and continued sorting the herbs meant for the Gu Worms. He had barely turned them over twice when a gust of wind swept over the courtyard wall, accompanied by a child's giggling. Gongxi Chou held A Dou in one arm and carried a pile of New Year goods in the other.
"Big brother, I'm back."
A Dou was at the age of imitating people, so she babbled along with him.
A few soft, white teeth had just emerged in the baby's mouth, and clear drool hung from the corner of her lips. She could soak more than a dozen bibs in a day. Gongxi Chou raised a hand and dispelled the barrier shielding A Dou from the wind, then tossed the little girl into the Corpse Man Vine baby cradle and started unpacking the New Year goods.
"Did Mama come by just now?"
The courtyard wall still bore a trace of her familiar aura.
"Her Highness just left."
Jimò Qiu took two red envelopes for warding off evil from his robes, one large and one small. The larger one was heavy in his hand. One had been brought by Shen Tang, and the other was from Jimò Qiu. Gongxi Chou knew which was which without even opening them.
"I'm already this old, and I still get New Year's money?"
He said that, but he snatched the envelopes faster than anyone.
Jimò Qiu said, "There are some in your room, too."
Gongxi Chou was at a critical juncture in his cultivation. He was only one step away from subduing and integrating the