Su Mo drew a deep breath and asked with difficulty, "Has he been doing this all along?"
Holding back her laughter, Wu Qian nodded. "Hong Shi seems to really enjoy doing this now. He spends all day running around outside, using your Talisman Paper to summon wind and rain, young master."
Even Su Mo's hands trembled a little at that moment. No wonder things had felt strange lately.
He would often catch an inexplicable whiff of incense...
Su Mo sighed toward the heavens, then raised a hand and pointed, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Go. Call him back here!"
Wu Qian nodded. A letter in her hand dissolved into the void and reached Hong Shi far away on the horizon.
Seeing Su Mo's face darken with anger, Wu Qian covered her mouth and chuckled, reminding him, "If you're going to reprimand him, young master, you'd better be tactful. Otherwise, you might dampen his enthusiasm!"
Su Mo paused, then nodded.
A short while later, Hong Shi returned to Peach Mountain and flew into the palace.
Seeing Su Mo and Wu Qian watching him like "tigers eyeing their prey," he immediately scratched his head and walked up to Su Mo in some confusion. "What are your orders, young master?"
Su Mo was the Sect Master of Peach Mountain, but all the disciples there preferred to address him as young master.
Su Mo had also ordered that Inner Sect Disciples need not kneel upon seeing him.
After spending a year with Su Mo, the disciples of Peach Mountain knew how easygoing he was and felt little restraint around him.
Looking at Hong Shi, Su Mo recalled how he had been showing off earlier, and anger immediately welled up inside him.
But remembering what Wu Qian had just said, he took a deep