In Mingzhou City, Qi Zhongbin looked up at the sky. Sensing his senior brother casting a spell, he smiled and rode the wind upward, pursuing him into the heavens.
Stoneborn had not simply flown blindly north. He slowed down, and when he saw Qi Zhongbin approaching on the wind, he called out with a smile.
"Junior brother, you're far too slow!"
"Senior brother, you're far too fast!"
Qi Zhongbin rode the wind over and finally landed on the cloud Stoneborn was steering. Seeing that his senior brother was alone, he immediately knew what Stoneborn intended.
Without waiting for Stoneborn to speak, Qi Zhongbin took a little paper figure from his sleeve, then used a Sword-Finger to write something on it from a distance.
"Hey, my father too!"
Qi Zhongbin smiled at that, took out another little paper figure, and wrote on it with a Sword-Finger. Then he tossed it gently onto the cloud.
Seeing that everything was nearly ready, Stoneborn shook his sleeve. Two gentle breezes immediately blew toward the little paper figures, while the two fellow disciples channeled their magical power together.
Silently invoking "transformation" in their hearts, they made the two paper figures swell rapidly as though being inflated. Amid a shimmer of light, they transformed into two people: Yi A Bao and Old Master Mo.
This transformation was not solely the work of Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin's magic; Yi A Bao and Old Master Mo themselves also influenced it. Though their bodies were transformed paper cutouts, their clothing and appearance were no different from their own.
At that very moment, in the Mo Residence in Mingzhou City, which the Dharma Cloud had already left far behind, Old Master Mo and Yi A Bao were still fast asleep after drinking plenty of wine. They were sleeping soundly indeed.