“What’s wrong with him, Uncle Xibo? Did something happen?” Her words were calm, but the worry beneath them was unmistakable.

She held back a sigh.

“It’s nothing, Uncle Michael. If you’re busy, I won’t trouble you. I’ll go visit Uncle Yan… maybe he’ll know something.”

With a respectful bow, she turned and walked away.

She frowned, lowering herself onto the seat beside him.

“Uncle… what is it you wish to talk about?”

Has she done something wrong?

— and Uncle Michael…?

She slowed her steps, turning to glance at Michael. And when she noticed his expression, her gaze narrowed slightly.

There was no trace of concern, no flicker of worry or unease… as if he wasn’t bothered by the Jade Emperor’s disappearance at all.

Just what happened between Grandpa Yu —