Having attachments means having a weakness.
"Bi Fang doesn't have any, but I have plenty."
Zhou Xuan said with a bitter smile.
While the two chatted casually, Zhao Wuya finally returned to the pavilion with Yun Ziliang's painting on his back.
"Huh, we two master and disciple went out for a day, and the house changed completely; there's a big bamboo house now and even a little kid."
"Is this kid... the Red Ginseng Child?"
Yun Ziliang jumped out of the painting, crouching like a "strange old man," sniffing around the Red Ginseng Child.
The three children, frustrated at not playing with the Kaleidoscope, punched Yun Ziliang's foot.
"Ouch, quite strong."
Yun Ziliang quickly withdrew his foot and looked at the Red Ginseng Child as if seeing food.
"Lao Yun, don't get any ideas about the Red Ginseng Child yet."
Zhou Xuan waved his hand at Yun Ziliang.
"Xuanzi, isn't this Red Ginseng Child prepared for me?"
