Hearing Li Huowang asking him to just stand in the yard and speak, Gao Zhijian hesitated and looked around the empty space. "I... I... I might be... Gold..."
Gao Zhijian's voice got lower and lower until it was almost as quiet as a mosquito's buzz.
"What? You're what gold? Speak up."
Embarrassed, Gao Zhijian's face turned red, and he hung his head as he walked into the house.
"Why has he stopped talking again? What's this guy playing at, what gold? Gold metal, gold sky? Gold dust?"
The puzzled Li Huowang was about to go downstairs to ask but, after pondering for a moment, he closed the window and walked towards the already made bed.
He had a whole heap of his own issues to sort out; where would he find the time to meddle in others' private affairs?
Besides, his own abilities in this regard were quite unreliable; he wasn't really suited to counsel others, lest he lead them astray.
