My Fairy Lord Volume 1 Chapter 8

“Trapping spell?” Qingfu frowned, a bit confused. “What’s it for?”

To Qingfu, a trapping spell was rather useless, as it didn’t really attack enough nor was it defensive. She had always thought whoever invented the spell must have been drunk at the time.

If she was allowed to stay by submitting to a pointless spell, it’d be no big deal. She closed her eyes and spread out her hands, her pose one of defeat.

Qingfu had no idea what Wuzui did on her body while her eyes were closed. When she heard he had finished with the spell, she opened her eyes to see someone familiar rushing over, and got ready to watch the show.

Wuzui grew leery when he noticed her new expression. He turned to see Jiuxiang stop in front of him, who lowered her head and acted as shy as a newly-in-love young woman. Her cheeks were red as she said, “Wuzui, long time, no see.”

Wuzui could feel a headache coming on. He fake a smile. “It’s been a long time.”

“Are you here because you miss me?”

Well, when it came to narcissism, Jiuxiang and Wuzui were a perfect match.

Wuzui was speechless. “. . . I’m just here on Fairy King’s orders.”

“Fairy King?” Qingfu questioned. “Why would he ask you to come here? When do you need to leave?”

“Why are making Wuzui leave? He just got here!” Jiuxiang disagreed.

Forgetting friends with a boyfriend, Qingfu felt disdain for Jiuxiang’s att.i.tude.

Wuzui didn’t care. He smiled and answered, “When do I go back? Well . . . in a while, I guess.”

Seeing Qingfu’s stunned expression, he continued. “Fairy King asked me to check on the various fairies here, prevent any unrest, and improve the relationship between the heavenly and fairy realms. So, before my mission’s done, I’ll be staying here.”

“What?” Qingfu was riled up. She looked at Wuzui in shock. “You’re staying here?”

She thought she would be rid of Wuzui after the spell, but if this was true . . .  “Why did you say you were making me go back to the fairy realm?”

“I’ll come back after I send you back.” Wuzui watched Qinfu as if she was slow-witted.

Qingfu turned around and stayed silent. She knew she couldn’t out-talk Wuzui. Let Jiuxiang deal with him . . .

Qingfu coughed and snuck away. She needed to keep practicing flying with a heavy object.

As soon as she pa.s.sed the bamboo forest and reached the water’s edge, she saw a most familiar shape. All of her bad mood disappeared.

Tianhan wore a white gown today, adding a gentle air to his chiseled face, taking away some of the sharpness he showed in war. His attention seemed out of this world, with his gaze fixated somewhere else.

Qingfu took a deep breath and stopped herself from hugging him as she ran over to him. Instead, she quietly called out, “Fairy Lord Tianhan.”

His attention seemed to refocus as he turned to talk to her. “How did your practice go?”

Embarra.s.sed, Qingfu scratched her head and looked everywhere but at him. “It’s . . . it’s going well.”

It was obvious she hadn’t improved much, but Tianhan didn’t comment, just nodded without any expression. “Keep practicing.”

“Yes!” Qingfu nodded. “Are you busy today?”

Tianhan seemed to answer another question. “There’re so many rides these days, there will be a test soon. Even though I only teach you, you shouldn’t skip the test. You should work harder so you don’t get eliminated.”

“A test?”

Tianhan nodded as Qingfu watched him in shock.

A test?

How could she keep wasting her time? Qingfu sounded like she was in tears when she spoke. “I should have worked harder then . . .”

Wait, she couldn’t say that . . .

She covered her mouth in mortification.

Tianhan seemed to smile with his eyes, saying calmly but also a little teasingly, “Worked harder?”

Qingfu tried to recover. “That is, hm . . . I was working very hard, but if I knew there was a test, I could have skipped eating and sleeping and worked even more.”

It was a good save, right? No one could skip eating or sleeping, Qingfu  rationalized.

Tianhan nodded seriously. “That is true; you should practice non-stop from today forward.”

Tianhan was not how I imagined . . . Qingfu thought with disappointment.