Little Kingfisher found it interesting and also landed on the stone table, happily pecking at the Spirit Peach.
"Master, how's your comprehension of the Profound Truth of Wind going?"
As Shibao ate the Spirit Peach, he still didn't forget to urge his master.
"I'm getting a sense of it, look..."
Lin Qingluo nodded with a smile, her delicate fingers slowly spinning in the direction of the breeze.
A gentle breeze swirled around her fingers, as if it had a mind of its own, intimately interacting with her.
"Hmm, it seems like you're starting to grasp the rudimentary concept of a whirlwind."
Shibao's eyes suddenly brightened, his spirits lifting: "Master, keep comprehending the laws and practicing. If there is anything you don't understand, Shibao will help to clarify for you."
"Alright, I got it."
Lin Qingluo's eyes softened, and she affectionately rubbed his small head.
"Chirp chirp."