If he could pull it off without anyone noticing, he would never have to worry about his grandmaster-uncle kicking him off Springless Peak again.
"Junior Martial Uncle, sometimes I envy you for being unable to see."
Wen Xu: ...That really was nothing to envy.
"You're joking, Sect Master."
"I'm not. I mean it from the bottom of my heart." Gu Wufang's voice rang with sincerity. Being a sect master was hard; being the sect master of Yonglu Mountain was harder still. "All else aside, these fireworks are rather beautiful. They've reproduced everything so faithfully..."
Wen Xu said, "Sect Master, do you enjoy reading the storybooks from down the mountain too?"
As for that copy of Mind-Reading Dragon Venerable, Her Majesty Zhaoxia had taken it at first. Later, after the Small Jade Bottle Secret Realm was taken away, it had somehow ended up in his master's hands. Now, apparently, it had become his master's drinking companion, treasured beyond measure.
"I know a little about it. Just a little."
"You're too modest, Sect Master."
The fireworks in the sky reached the main event: slaying demons and vanquishing monsters. It was the same recipe, the same flavor. Gu Wufang had, of course, seen both the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect version and the Hehe Sect version. Suddenly, he wondered how young disciple Bian felt watching his own.
Wen Xu-Xu had given Bian Chunchou some rather forceful comfort today. He had planned to slip into seclusion to wait for the fuss to die down, but before he could, his master, Venerable Ruoshui, had roped him into helping her. While he was busy with the work his boss had assigned, he heard the fireworks bursting outside.
Just like that? Without any warning?!
"You made those?" Venerable Ruoshui usually devoted herself to "research" and seldom paid attention to