By evening, in a deserted courtyard of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.
A Xue was skillfully draining the water from the elm samaras, then grabbed a small handful of spirit wheat flour and carefully sprinkled it evenly into a little wooden basin.
Fang Mo stood guard beside her, helping out with whatever little things he could.
For example, standing there obediently as punishment and not causing trouble...
Farther away, Little Qing Yi and Little Wolf-chan were chasing and playing with each other, their silvery, bell-like laughter ringing out from time to time.
Little Qing Yi still wielded that outrageously oversized stone sword. Its massive, exaggerated blade was as huge as a dragon boat, yet she held it as lightly as if it weighed nothing. A casual swing stirred up howling gusts of wind, creating a powerful contrast with her petite frame.
As for Little Wolf-chan—
She too had a brand-new toy in her hands... or rather, a weapon.
It was a metal staff much taller than she was. Its middle section was rounded and heavy, while its upper end was formed from several insect limbs, mouthparts, and two constantly wriggling antennae.
And beneath it—
Was a small, exquisite black round shield.
Though calling it a round shield was a bit of a stretch, since it actually looked more like the carapace from an insect's back.
However, after being embedded into the metal staff, it no longer seemed quite so creepy. It instead looked like a tiny round shield... or perhaps a strangely shaped iron shovel.
At that moment, Little Wolf-chan was waving the metal staff around as she played with Little Qing Yi behind her.
Neither of them used their real strength. They chased each other back and forth as though sparring. Little Qing Yi's stone sword swept broadly