"Eh? Jiang Wang came by?" True Person Ye drifted over with the air of an immortal beyond the dust, a note of question in his voice.
Ye Qingyu was tinkering with something over there and did not answer at once.
Achou had manifested his enormous form and lay sprawled lazily on the ground. Jiang An'an was sunk into his soft long fur, her hands flung every which way, as if she had formed some kind of hand seal—though it was hard to tell what. She lay on her back, fast asleep and snoring softly.
That little stupid dog the Jiang fellow had brought was squeezed beside Jiang An'an, lying on its back just like her. Its drool had already soaked several tufts of Achou's long fur.
Ye Lingxiao walked right over and kicked Achou twice without ceremony. "Why are you here too?"
Achou rolled his huge eyes. "If I weren't worried about waking An'an, one bite from Master Ugly and your leg would be gone."
Ye Lingxiao sneered. "If An'an weren't sleeping on your back, this True Person would be stuffing your mouth full of boots right now!"
"That's enough. I called Uncle Ugly over," Ye Qingyu said from across the room.
There was a rather obvious impatience in her tone.
Ye Lingxiao naturally knew why.
"Ahem."
He gave a light cough and let Achou off.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he strolled over in a carefree pose and casually asked again, "Jiang Wang came by?"
"Does True Person Ye enjoy asking questions to which you already know the answer?" Ye Qingyu seemed to have no intention of concealing her dissatisfaction. "When has he ever come here without your True Insight eyes noticing?"
"I don't like hearing you say that, daughter," Ye Lingxiao said very seriously. "This True