The sun came out.
The craftsmen from Cui Mountain Village and the surrounding areas who had come to help washed up, left their quarters, ate, and got to work, one after another. None of them knew that a battle between humans and demons had taken place last night.
They only knew that Young Master Gu of Daluo Palace now had a folding fan in his hand and carried an extra air of scholarly refinement.
"My old man used to carry a folding fan around, calling himself 'the next Adam Cheng' and trying to act all cultured," Gu Zhao said, fanning himself as he walked out of the small courtyard with Taoist Yan Song. "But you know, it does have a certain feel to it."
"Back when *Chu Liuxiang* and *The Qianlong Emperor* were blockbuster hits, folding fans sold like crazy," said Taoist Yan Song, who had lived through that era. "Adam Cheng's charisma was far greater than any of these 'little fresh meats' today."
