Yi Shuyuan instinctively looked around, then up at the sky, but there was no trace of any ghosts or gods, nor any aura of immortals or demons.
There was only a gentle breeze from the heavens, stirring the grass and trees.
The painting had actually come here on its own?
"Heh, it really is mine after all. But such a big painting won't be easy to hide."
"Me, me, sir! Leave it to me!"
Wild with excitement, Hui Mian bounced on Yi Shuyuan's shoulder, eagerly volunteering.
"I'll hide it!"
Yi Shuyuan rolled the painting up little by little, then held it out to the little marten. Hui Mian carefully clasped the end with both paws, then pushed it into the fluff beneath his neck.
It was as though a bottomless pit lay hidden in that tuft of fur. The long scroll slipped straight into it, leaving Yi Shuyuan clicking his tongue in wonder.
A comical grin spread across Hui Mian's furry face. Yi Shuyuan's trust made him even happier than the painting's arrival had.
"What spell is that?"
At Yi Shuyuan's question, Hui Mian immediately began showing off.
"This is the Storage Concealment Art. Mine is much better than what ordinary spirits use. Some of them like swallowing things into their bellies!"
"Oh, impressive, impressive. Would you mind explaining it to me in detail?"
"Hahahahaha! You think it's impressive too, sir? Let me tell you, I've been cultivating for quite a while. I've carefully honed every ability I know. Take this Storage Concealment Technique, for example..."
Yi Shuyuan walked as Hui Mian explained. One spoke so extravagantly that flowers seemed to rain from the heavens, while the other listened with great attention.
At one point, Hui Mian happened to glance around and discovered that, without his noticing, Yi Shuyuan had