The jellyfish shone brightly, the dragon spirit silk's light and shadow shifted, the blue cat and brown mouse circled the pillar; it was noisy and lively, yet before they knew it, the sound faded into a silent performance.
No one on either side was paying serious attention, Otter Kai yawned, tossed his paws, and leaned his belly against the blanket.
A hundred taels, at most for a night's performance, but since nobody is watching, why shouldn't Tata slack off?
The maid hung her head in dejection.
She couldn't understand the conversation between the Immortal and King Huai, and now she couldn't even see a cloth shadow.
"What is above form is called Dao, what is below form is called a tool..."
The Holy Emperor pondered.
Liang Qu was secretly delighted; he watched as the Immortal went from lying down to leaning, from leaning to sitting upright, and then to a proper pen-holding posture, seriously contemplating his cultivation technique draft.
Useful!
