Mount Hua, West Peak, a peach-grove cottage behind Holy Mother Temple.
Yang Chan entered the cottage carrying a bowl of spirit medicine, and saw Fairy Yunhua sitting by the table, sewing a black robe.
Yang Chan set the medicine on the table and said, "Mother, it's time for your medicine. You're making clothes for Second Brother but not for me. If I get unhappy, I'm going to find Second Brother and ask him to judge what's fair."
"I'll make them, I'll make them, I'll make them!"
Looking at Yang Chan throwing a little tantrum, Yunhua put down her needlework and laughed helplessly. "How old are you, still acting so petty? When you children were little, which one of your clothes wasn't made by me?"
Yang Chan smiled, took Yunhua's arm, leaned her head against it, and said with a grin, "No matter how old I am, in front of Mother, I'll never grow up."
"You little imp!"
Yunhua laughed and scolded her, then picked up the medicine and took a sip. She looked toward the door in surprise and said, "Right, has your cousin left?"
"I don't think so. Why?" Yang Chan asked in surprise.
Yunhua frowned. "Then how come I haven't seen her for several days lately?"
Yang Chan looked outside and nodded. "Now that you mention it, it does seem like I haven't seen her in quite a while."
A trace of worry flashed across Yunhua's face. She said, "How about this, Chan'er? Go see how she's doing, and whether she's all right. Then I can set my mind at ease too."
"All right!"
Yang Chan thought for a moment, then got up and left the cottage.
Before long, Yang Chan arrived outside Longji's room and gently knocked on the door. "Cousin, are you there?"
"I'm here. Is