Dreamless Slumber

"Imagine that, old man Fu, swapping your ancient robes for a modern suit, trading your mystical incantations for a smartphone. And your wife, oh, she'd love the shopping malls. They're like markets, but bigger, brighter, and they're air-conditioned!"

Wu Xie chuckled at the thought, his laughter echoing in the room.

He leaned back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "So, what do you say, Fu? Ready to swap your magic for some modern marvels?."

Fu chuckled, a deep, hearty sound that filled the room. "Go back yourself first, then think about us," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You're like a kid who's just learned to walk, already dreaming of running a marathon."

Wu Xie sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Stop giving me reality checks. Let me be delusional for a moment," Wu Xie exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in mock exasperation.

His words hung in the air, a playful protest against Fu's pragmatic advice.