Yang Ruxin stepped back in alarm, and the red cloud that approached her halted, revealing itself to be a Lingzhi mushroom about the size of her two palms.
Xiaolun, the little green snake, put down the Lingzhi, and then flicked its tongue with gentle hisses.
"A gift for our meeting?" Yang Ruxin blew away the stray hair on her forehead and reached out to take the Lingzhi in her hand, "Aren't you too courteous?"
Indifferent to her, Xiaolun shot up and coiled around her wrist.
Frightened almost to the point of screaming, Yang Ruxin became rigid, but Xiaolun remained obediently still around her wrist.
