"Alas, alas, alas~"
Regrettably unable to crook his fingers, Su He wriggled his Spirit Snake tail and the trembling stars above suddenly stilled.
"Alas, alas, alas~"
With another call from Su He, the entire starry sky began to shrink as if recalling some discomfiting memories.
No listening, eh?
"Green Flower, does Ya Ya's fishing rod have your name on it?"
The fishing rod White Spirit used to fish for clouds was the one given by Green Thunder. It had been appropriated by Ya Ya for shrimp fishing. That fishing rod was rather special; it could only be stored in a space derived from oneself.
Like Su He's External Space, or the pouch of a Toad's belly.
Ya Ya had no choice but to lug it all over the world in her adventures. Her External Appearance had just begun to develop and was far from mature. The little gal couldn't stay still like Su He, who would hibernate and during the entire winter draw in substances from Fu Mountain.
