The Master of Right Words flipped through the book he had written, yet he looked at it as if he were reading it for the first time.
Bai Zhou tentatively extended a tentacle again. He could clearly touch the book in the Master of Right Words's hands, but not his hand itself.
"Stop waving that around, you're blocking my view." The Master of Right Words reached out and gently slapped Bai Zhou's watery tentacle aside.
This time, Bai Zhou finally stopped trying. It seemed whether he could be touched or not was entirely under the Master of Right Words's own control.
The Master of Right Words continued to read the book with great relish, translating its contents aloud as he went.
