Chan Xi blinked her eyes, which resembled the gently swirling Yun Xia clouds, and with a tinge of surprise, she said, "Junior Brother and Master always appear quite similar."
Gu Wen teased, "Shouldn't our Master be like, 'I want what I think is necessary, not what you think'?"
Openly joshing Qingcang, he was probably the only one in the entire Daoist Sect with such gall.
"Indeed," she affirmed, "our Master has always been domineering, always assigning us tasks that are incredibly difficult to accomplish. For instance, with the academy, during the drafting phase it was hampered by secular forces. We said it might take a hundred years, but she wanted it done in fifty—if the launch didn't happen in fifty years, she would order the execution of the local City Lord."
Chan Xi covered her face with a smile, while the Heavenly Person and the man beside her remained silent, the latter giving a look.
She swiftly changed the subject, "I've heard that Junior Brother has become a Saint?"
