A thousand years had passed, and everything had changed, except for his heart.
"Who are you, and who let you come here? Don't you know this is my Little King Kong's territory... plate..."
Little King Kong's words choked mid-sentence.
Zhu Xiang, holding his teacup, turned around and saw the green-feathered parrot flying in mid-air.
"You... you... are you...?"
Little King Kong couldn't believe what he was seeing.
It must be seeing a ghost, and this one might be a thousand years old at that, a real Fierce Ghost.
"Little King Kong, long time no see."
Zhu Xiang recognized the little parrot in front of him; his smile was warm and elegant, his voice clear and melodious.
"You, you, you... you're Zhu Xiang..."
Little King Kong flapped its wings and flew around Zhu Xiang in a circle.
It was him, that same man, the one his master hadn't managed to get a thousand years ago.
He had come, he had finally come, he must have come to seduce the master.