"I'm almost out of xuan paper and ink. I'll go to the mall and buy some spares."
Lin Zhishui put on his shoes, opened the front door, and turned to Little Snake. "You don't need to make a special trip to my shop. I'll bring the calligraphy piece back for you tonight."
"Okay..." She Xilu nodded obediently.
"Oh, right." Suddenly remembering something, Lin Zhishui reminded her, "Be careful when you're with Xiao Sui, too. That 'Book Reader' you mentioned the other day is rather fixated on her. Watch out."
"Book Reader?"
She Xilu froze for a moment. Hadn't even the Book Reader's primordial spirit been destroyed?
"But he wouldn't dare come looking for me again, so you don't need to worry too much."
Lin Zhishui smiled. After all, that young man had run away after destroying his ink painting. He must have had a guilty conscience. How could he dare show his face again?
Without saying anything more, he casually waved at Little Snake. "Bye. See you tonight."
"Oh..."
She Xilu stood in the doorway and waved back. Only after watching him leave did she ask inwardly, Youchan, what did Zhishui mean by that? Isn't the Book Reader dead?
"Silly. He must have meant his second primordial spirit."
Youchan said inside her mind, "The Book Reader and the Fortune-Teller were working together. Even the Fortune-Teller learned the second primordial spirit's method of creating another self. Wouldn't the Book Reader have learned it, too? What was destroyed that day might have been his original self or his second primordial spirit."
"Oh..."
She Xilu returned to the bedroom and sat down, tilting her head and resting her cheek on one hand. There was no telling what she was thinking.
"Why aren't you cultivating?" Youchan asked.
Instead, She Xilu asked inwardly, *Youchan, didn't