Next, the images within the Photo-capturing Flower flickered one after another.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a week flashed by.
And over that week, Qian Zi'ang changed lodgings five times, from Beta Town's South District to the North District and then to the West District; from an inn near the busy market, to the guesthouse beside the Trident Sword Organization, and then to the Study Hall the Divine Zhou Hunting Group had opened in Beta Town. He stayed in all of them.
Yan Hua followed him like a shadow the entire time.
For days on end.
Qian Zi'ang only heard its voice, never seeing its form.
When he wrote, it stole his brush; when he read, it made constant noise on the beams or outside the window; when he set up formations, it hid his Formation Flags and Formation Maps; when he drew talismans, several crooked Yan Hua flowers would always appear on the Talisman Foot, causing his magic to leak.
Calling it sabotage...
It did not seem quite that serious. Its strength was too slight, less than a mouse's, and those acts of disruption could at most be counted as pranks—elementary-school-level pranks at that.
When the image in the Photo-capturing Flower stabilized again...
The Black Cat once more saw Yan Hua's "true body"—that three-inch-tall Paper Person with slender hands and feet. In the image, Qian Zi'ang was sprawled over the desk, pretending to nap. The little figure floated down from the beam, grabbed the Talisman Paper on his desk, pushed the sheets to the floor one by one, then picked up a writing brush, dipped it in ink, and began smearing wildly over the blank spaces of an open book.
Though "smearing wildly" was not entirely accurate.
Although the little Paper Person drew nothing but patterns whose