"...All right. It was yours to begin with."
"Thank you. You're a really good person. Farewell."
Bian Chunchou waved a claw and returned to Bitter Crossing Temple. It was almost dark already. He wondered whether the Divine Dragon liked sweets. It was not actually that sweet, was it? If he offered it up... hmm, he could ask Wen Xu-Xu to pass it along for him.
But would that be a little too abrupt?
"What are you thinking about? You're back, but you're not going in?" Chen Zui returned beneath the moon with his saber in hand. Seeing a shadowy figure skulking about, he had nearly swung his blade.
At the flash of the saber, Bian Chunchou darted inside at once. "Why don't you make any sound when you walk? You scared the life out of me."
"I never make any sound when I walk. Is this your first day knowing that?" Chen Zui eyed the cake in the other's hand suspiciously, his disdain plain to see. "Junior Brother Bian, you secretly went down the mountain to buy spirit food again. I'm telling Wen Xu."
Hearing the commotion, Wen Xu pushed open the door and came out. "Telling me what?" Their master had vanished again this evening. He had likely gone to bother an old friend or some sect master. He wondered how much longer Bitter Crossing Temple could tolerate their master. Sigh.
"I'm telling you he's sneaking spirit food again."
"I'm not! Someone treated me to this. I was planning to offer it to the Divine Venerable."
"Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha?"
Bian Chunchou leaned closer. "Wow, you can even use four-character idioms now."
Chen Zui dodged away in disgust. "Can't be bothered with you." Yet after saying that, he could not help speaking to Wen Xu. "Look at