Chapter 85

The two of them sat across from each other at the wooden table, one staring up at the sky, the other nervously tapping a teacup. The only similarity between them was that both of their faces were flushed red. Yan Xiaosan was frantically curling his toes against the floor, practically trying to punch holes through the soles of his boots. It was all the fault of that mad ghost he had encountered during his seclusion; it had scrambled his brain so badly that he had actually pulled such a stunt in broad daylight. Ahhhhh! Did his big creditor think he was being frivolous? "Daddy!" "Daddy is out of seclusion!" A pair of joyful shouts rang out. Yan Xiaosan looked up to see two boys around eleven or twelve years old leaping down from a flying Dharma artifact and running straight toward him. The boy in the lead wore a smoky-cyan brocade robe, a slender silver bracelet gleaming on his wrist. His innocent, puppy-dog eyes were wide open and practically shimmering with stars of pure delight. The boy trailing half a step behind had a complexion much paler than ordinary people. He wore a black-and-white robe embroidered with a pair of little fish, and even on his habitually expressionless face, a smile could not help but break through.