"I was hoping to find something useful in here." Hong Zhao sighed as he began to shut the door.
"Hey, hold on there!" Lan thrust her hand forward and caught the door before it could shut completely. "That's quite the way to greet your master, Little Zhao." Her eyebrow raised in annoyance as she jabbed the last two words in his face. "Here I am hanging out in a room, waiting for my disciple to finally open the door, and what does he do? He just shuts the door again. Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting?" Her voice held venom as she stared down at the nine year old boy.
"I'm thinking possibly three minutes." Hong Zhao put up his hand as if to count. "You transported here the moment you felt that the events called for you to show up. I believe you watch me constantly." He smiled as he saw her eye twitch slightly before she sighed.
"Don't you think shutting the door on me is a little much, though?" She pouted. "I did show up here to help, after all."