Li Fan sighed again—it seemed Ah Mao had managed to persuade those two snake spirits once more. Ah! Just as he'd expected… Wait, snakes?
Li Fan's eyes shifted. He performed a quick calculation with his fingers, quickly forming an idea. In an instant, he transformed into the appearance of Li Yaoshi, descended on the clouds, and cleared his throat.
"Ah! Island—Master—!"
Ah Mao, overwhelmed with emotion, rushed forward, smearing his snot and tears across Li Fan's robes.
Li Fan sighed yet again, "Ah Mao, you've suffered a lot."
"Not at all, not at all, wuuuuu…"
Ah Mao vented his emotions for a while before calming down. He pulled out a mirror from his robe and then reached back to lift the two trembling snake spirits who were limp like noodles on the ground.
"Island, Island Master, these three here—um, two spirits and me—are companions. After parting ways with you, I cultivated at the Huan Family for a time, but later Penglai captured me…"
