Yang Qing chuckled once more as a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes, his gaze alternating between the nest and the talisman in his hands before finally tucking it away.
"I wonder what Mao Mao got me," he said, his voice tinged with excitement.
As engaging as the fight with the celestial nesting weaver had been—requiring his full focus—his attention couldn't help but occasionally drift back to the table he and Mao Yunru had shared. On it now rested a square-shaped package.
Unable to contain himself, Yang Qing instantly appeared at the table. An eager smile crept across his face as he stared at the package for a few moments before finally reaching for it. He carefully unwrapped it, revealing a neatly folded, light blue cloth that carried the refreshing scent of a spring breeze on a cool, clear night.