"..." Li Changzhou's lamp in his hand morphed into a whip.
"Snap!" he cracked it through the air, and the tip of the whip transformed into a serpent's mouth, tearing at the air.
"You're letting your anger get the better of you, ah, little Changzhou, you're almost twenty-one, you can't be this impulsive anymore." Li Qianxia placed her hand on her brother's shoulder.
"Keep it down!" Turquoise Pool glared at Li Changzhou, her beautifully curved chin gesturing towards the soda crackers.
The soda crackers were disturbed by the sound of the whip, meaning others could hear it too.
This wasn't even the worst part.
The worst was Yang Qinglan!
The Ruyi in her hand melted, turning into a sphere of white light, which then solidified into an ancient, exquisitely crafted palace lantern, emitting a cool moonlight glow.
If it were nighttime and Yang Qinglan was dressed in Hanfu, holding this palace lantern, she would look like Chang'e descending from the Heavenly Palace.
