Green Hill, Scripture Pavilion.
On the stairs leading to the fourth floor of the Scripture Pavilion, a little girl in a small red jacket, dragging a fluffy tail behind her, carried a lunch box and hopped up the steps with excitement.
"Ah ya!"
As a result, she underestimated the weight of the lunch box in her hands, lost her balance instantly, and involuntarily plunged towards the floor ahead.
The little girl instinctively closed her eyes, but the awkward crash she anticipated didn't occur; an invisible force steadied her, preventing a tragedy.
A few steps away, Wang Chen, who was seated on the floor with a Taoist Scripture in hand, looked up curiously and asked, "Little Bell, why are you delivering the meal today again?"
The little girl steadied herself, her face flushed and puffed with irritation as she said, "Sister Feifei is slacking off again. She's the best at bullying us kids. When you see her next time, you must teach her a good lesson!"
