Yun chujiu was someone who cared about old times. Yun Yantian had been her grandfather for a few days, so naturally, he would not really watch the old man fly into the sky.
She smiled and said to Xiao Baiyun, “Although this human-shaped kite is fun, it will also consume your energy. Why don’t we play it another way? I’ll give you a real kite. It looks good and saves energy when you fly it.”
As she spoke, Yun chujiu took out a butterfly kite from her storage ring and placed it in front of Xiao Baiyun.
Although Xiao Baiyun still felt that the human-shaped kite was more fun, when she saw Yun Qianli’s half-dead appearance and looked at the two trembling old men, she had no choice but to pull the butterfly kite into the air.
This time, elder Tianxuan did not need Xiao Baiyun’s instructions and quickly went to release the string. He was afraid that if he was even half a step slower, he would be treated as a kite and be released.