Two people and one Yellow Weasel stood facing one another in the vast, lush Bamboo Forest, as still as three silent statues.
Time ticked by, second after second. More than an hour passed, yet they remained in their original positions, without the slightest movement or change.
At that moment, a storm of towering waves raged within the Yellow Weasel's heart.
Countless tangled thoughts surged over her like a tide, weaving together until she no longer knew what to do.
Yet despite all her inner conflict and struggle, the Yellow Weasel could not resign herself to being trapped here forever, denied her freedom.
She longed for a beautiful human skin, to walk through the mortal world like any ordinary person; she hoped to taste life's sourness, sweetness, bitterness, spice, and salt for herself, and savor its unique, genuine flavor;
More importantly, she aspired to reach the highest peak of the path of immortal cultivation and become someone the entire world looked up to.
Just then, a low, hoarse voice, its gender difficult to distinguish, suddenly rang out. "Young lad, take a good look. Would you say I look more like a human, or possess more of an immortal's bearing?!"
The speaker was none other than the Yellow Weasel. Her eyes fixed on Ying Ming Hao, filled with an almost greedy eagerness, as though she could hardly wait for him to give her a satisfactory answer.
Confronted with this sudden question, Ying Ming Hao froze like a wooden chicken, as motionless as if an Immobilization Curse had been cast on him.
He groaned inwardly. Sure enough, there's no escaping this calamity! This is a thorny mess. How am I supposed to answer?
According to ancient books, when a Yellow Weasel asked a human to bestow a title upon her, fortune and