Back at Yuqing Temple, Yun Qiuce was filled with emotion. Pointing to the zigzagging mountain path in the distance, he said to his eldest nephew, "Look, a few months ago when I came to take Yun Qi home, that road was so congested it looked like a bowl of porridge. Time flies so fast."
Yun Qiuce expressed his feelings with a laugh, ruffling his little niece's hair, "Qi hasn't grown taller, still a little shorty!"
"Uncle's the shorty! I've grown taller." Yun Qi raised her hand to show her height, as if she had suddenly shot up from the horizon.
"Haha, even taller, still a little shorty. Little shorty..."
"Uncle's the shorty!"
Yun Qi used a trick she learned from Little Yezi, stretching her arms back and dropping her weight, taking a deep breath into her dantian, and launched an auditory attack like a child throwing a tantrum.
Squatting down, Yun Qiuce pointed at Yun Qi, "Yun Qi is the little shorty."
