The Great Confucian Word Post also found the show boring, so it tore a page from its own body, folded it into a small boat, and played with it.
"Is it fun to play with your own body?" Jiang Li curiously asked as he watched the Great Confucian Word Post enjoying its little game.
"What's the difference between me playing with my paper and you humans twiddling your fingers and toes when you're bored?" it retorted.
Jiang Li felt his thinking was still too narrow, unable to see things from the Great Confucian Word Post's perspective.
He needed to reflect.
"Can I ask a favor of the Human Emperor?" The Great Confucian Word Post tucked the boat-sized page back, asking seriously.
"What is it?"
"Do you remember when Tian Yin initiated us, Brother Vantiantower created a spatial passage to send us, the several Immortal Artifacts, to different worlds, and you, Emperor, using your wondrous spatial techniques, dragged us back?"