"Just like how I, here, can sense the taste of the pancakes that I, in the Thousand Machines, am eating."
Fuji said this, suddenly showing a somewhat subtle expression, as if savoring delicately, yet also seemed like she wanted to throw up but dared not.
After a moment, Fuji looked at Zhang Ze and said, "You should check on that monkey selling pancakes. He seems to be trying something very new lately."
Zhang Ze, "What kind of stuff?"
Fuji shook her head, "I don't know, it's a bit hard to describe. You'll have to see for yourself when you get back."
Zhang Ze, "?"
He was a bit curious about how indescribable pancakes could reach such an extent of the ancient gods for someone like Fuji.
"Ahem." Fuji coughed lightly, "Let's not talk about pancakes anymore. Xiao Jing is similar, the things you do to those colorful Sword Spirits also get somewhat reflected on him."
Zhang Ze, "So, Magical Girl Cat Lady..."
Fuji, "Hmm."
Zhang Ze, "..."
Well, that's a good thing, I suppose.
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