In reality, the little deadpan Dugu Feng remained expressionless, his small face thoughtful as he stared at the faint wisps of steam above Qian Daoliu's head.
"Master, are you boiling water?"
Smack!
Qian Daoliu's years of self-restraint crumbled in an instant, and he slammed his palm hard against the square table before him.
"Bibi Dong! Oh, Bibi Dong! How I regret it! I regret it!"
Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth, his resolve to emerge from seclusion once more growing stronger.
Whenever Qian Daoliu thought that the events on the Celestial Screen had yet to happen, and that he could not blame Bibi Dong for things she had not done-
The Bibi Dong on the Celestial Screen always found some unimaginable way to shatter his composure.
"It's one thing that you made Bi Shuo break his promise. I could put that down to the poor social climate in the Soul Master World these past few years."
"But why did you have to hit your own child when you had nothing better to do? Was there anything wrong with what he said?"
The mere thought of Bibi Dong's inner thoughts, revealed through the Celestial Screen's narration, made Qian Daoliu laugh in fury.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
For a moment, the white-haired, white-bearded Qian Daoliu felt as though he had suddenly become over a hundred years younger, while also feeling a little more relieved.
"Thank goodness Bibi Dong doesn't 'love' Xiao Xue. Otherwise..."
Clack!
Just as Qian Daoliu was experiencing the emotions of "youth" he had not felt in so long, Dugu Feng carried over a new table with practiced ease.
"Ah, little Feng... ah."
"I'm suddenly rather glad that you're a block of wood interested in nothing but swords."
Reaching out to stroke his beloved disciple's little face, Qian Daoliu's