Ye Jiu was joyful before he noticed that Sikong Mo was still holding a sheet of paper in his hand, one he had used, covered in smudged brush strokes - some thick, some thin, utterly unsightly.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Ye Jiu pointed and made a gesture, "Master Sikong, what is this...?"
"This paper is of good quality; out of curiosity, I picked it up for a look," Sikong Mo explained.
He must never neglect the fact that the person before him already knew of the existence of his secret space, "This paper actually does not belong to this world; if Master Sikong likes it, I can arrange to get some more for you."
Ye Jiu spoke nervously, this feeling of being at someone else's mercy was indeed unpleasant.
However, Sikong Mo disliked the sense of being guarded against, "You are afraid of me, why?"
He had already lowered his status to be friendly towards her, yet he could still feel her cautiousness around him.
