A cold, muffled grunt brought Qiao Xixi to her senses.
She opened her eyes and stared at Yun Ji in astonishment, realizing she had a handful of his feathers in her grip.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Yun Ji's godlike, serene face, but he restrained himself from batting away her mischievous hand.
Qiao Xixi sheepishly pulled her hand back and silently brushed off the feathers she had pulled loose.
'How embarrassing,' she thought. 'He didn't even give me a heads-up.'
"What are you doing here? Didn't you say you might not have time to see me anymore?"
Yun Ji didn't answer, instead asking, "The scroll I left for you last time, how is your progress?"
"I have been studying it, but the things in the scroll are much harder than what you taught me, so my progress has been slower."
Yun Ji frowned slightly, a hint of worry coloring his cold features. "How far have you gotten?" A flick of his wrist, and the scroll appeared in his hand.
