Before long, they had spent the time of an incense stick over that pot of tea. During that time, White Crane Boy also shared what he had seen and heard on that floating island.
While he was at it, he even demonstrated to Lu Qing how to take something away right under everyone's noses.
"Look, look!"
A White Crane spread its wings and raised its head, looking immensely pleased with itself. The sight was truly too amusing to bear.
Lu Qing was no exception. White Crane Boy's skills often left him marveling in wonder. If Lu Qing had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have noticed how the pill before him had vanished.
"You really have so many talents, Boy. Even if you didn't carry people around, you'd still do just fine, wouldn't you?"
When he mentioned White Crane Boy's grand undertaking of carrying passengers, the Boy's voice faltered. "Th-that's not it. This is something I can only do occasionally, occasionally! After all, not everyone falls into demonic deviation."
By the end of his words, there was a faint trace of melancholy, as though those past raids upon households had already drawn their curtain.
Even Lu Qing's hand holding his teacup paused for a moment. "Boy, not everyone who falls into demonic deviation is rich, either."
He wanted to say more, recalling that group of dozens of demonic cultivators. In the end, they had possessed even fewer spirit stones than he did. They said that beyond one mountain lay another higher mountain; Lu Qing thought that among demonic cultivators, one person was poorer than the next.
"Oh, right."
"But let's not talk about that anymore. Lu Qing, what kind of fish do you want to eat next time? Last time I went to the East Sea,