To Fuji, everything in this world can be divided into two categories: edible and non-edible.
Within the non-edible category, there are further subdivisions, with poop being a catch-all term at the bottom of this disdained hierarchy.
Although, admittedly, it's a rather inelegant term.
Xiaoxue pinched Fuji's little cheek, "Who taught you to say that?"
"Lily," Fuji replied.
"That's not nice to say. Don't say it again, okay?" Xiaoxue spoke to her like coaxing a child.
"Alright."
"Good girl."
As the two Harmonious Sect plants were about to completely derail the conversation, Shi Xiu, who had been isolated for a while, finally found a chance to join in.
"Ahem, well..." Shi Xiu cleared his throat.
"Why are you still here?" Xiaoxue feigned a look of surprise.
Fuji cooperated with her master and senior sister, letting out a soft "Wow."
Shi Xiu, "..."
He didn't understand. Do plants really hold grudges like this?
