Wan Hun's heart jumped with fright, but thankfully, the Crown Prince's qinggong was excellent. Mid-air, he flipped his body and landed steadily on the ground. He glanced at the room and snorted quietly. Then, looking at his sister, his usually discontent face darkened even more, "Do you want to fly or not? Brother will teach you!"
"No, no need. Watching you fly is good enough." Shaking her drum-shaped rattle, she took a few steps back, cautiously watching her brother.
"Hmph." Twisting his body, he snorted coldly and walked away.
Yueyue squinted her eyes, smiled faintly, and called out to her departing brother, "Brother, are you still going to the mountain with Uncle later?"
"Yes." A roar echoed from the distance. Yueyue's smile widened. She turned her head to look at her mother's room, then back at her retreating brother, remembered her precious possession that had turned to ash, and with her head drooping, Yueyue walked toward her own room.