Young Master, Get Out of My Way

“Wanqing, Wanqing, I’m back! I’ve brought the gourds!” A young woman in red appeared before a girl dressed in pink, brandishing the gourd she had managed to obtain and wearing a triumphant smile. She offered one of the gourds to the girl in pink.

The girl, called Wanqing, reached out and took the gourd without hesitation. Her lips parted, and in an instant, the gourd was gone. The woman in red followed Wanqing’s way of eating, and soon the gourd in her own hand vanished as well.

Wanqing praised her, “Ali, these gourds aren’t bad at all!”

“Of course! You have to see who picked them out!” Feng Xiaoli replied with pride.

Suddenly, the tone of her voice changed. Her expression darkened, eyes flashing, as she said in a low voice, “Aiya! You tricked me again!”

Wanqing, hearing this, didn’t get angry. She only laughed heartily. “Ali, you’re only realizing this now?”

“Wanqing, I am your elder sister in the sect!” Feng Xiaoli bared her teeth and claws, making as if to hit Wanqing.

Wanqing nimbly dodged. Feng Xiaoli had used too much force and couldn’t stop herself, resulting in a dramatic fall to the ground. Wanqing commented, “But, no one ever treats you as their senior!”

Feng Xiaoli didn’t get angry at that, either. It seemed she had heard this exchange countless times and had grown immune to it. She sat down where Wanqing had just been, propping her head on her hand, silent.

Just as Wanqing was about to say something to her, a man in a grey robe appeared before them, holding a folding fan. His face was filled with barely co