Yunyi knew what Master was worried about. Since she couldn't tell him that she knew Qinggong, she directly changed the subject. "Has the snow on the rooftop been shoveled?"
Before Yuan Yuxun could answer, Yuan Zining spoke up, "Grandpa went up to clear the snow a few days ago and almost fell off..."
Yuan Yuxun quickly interrupted, "Don't listen to his nonsense."
Yuan Zining looked up at his grandfather. "I'm not talking nonsense."
Yunyi, of course, understood. "Master, later I'll find someone to make you a ladder. When not in use, just keep it in the sheep pen, and take it out when needed. In case I'm not around, it would be safer."
Yuan Yuxun didn't refuse. After all, his own heart truly pounded with fear every time he went up there, and besides, having a ladder would also reassure his young apprentice. "How was it?" he asked. "Did your journey to the Northwest bear any fruit?"
