Plans always struggle to keep up with changes.
As Zhang Ze took a step away while Fuji clung to his leg, and found himself in front of Li, he noticed Li sitting on the ground, her little face scrunched up in distress as if something was troubling her.
"What's up?" Zhang Ze asked curiously.
Hearing his voice, Li looked up and, seeing it was Zhang Ze, she didn't speak at first but leaped onto his shoulder.
Once seated comfortably, Li pinched Zhang Ze's face hard, confirming it had returned to its pudgy softness before sighing.
"Sigh, I've run into a problem." Li beckoned with her finger, and a book on the ground was lifted by Spiritual Qi and flew in front of Zhang Ze. Li pointed it out with her finger.
"The Taoist's required quantity and quality of explosive magical artifacts seem unattainable for us..."
Zhang Ze, "You don't have them?"
