The towering golden figure stood majestically, its form large enough to comfortably accommodate two people.
Recalling the days of old, when the golden statue was only three zhang tall, Gu Wen and Chi Yuzi were practically glued together.
Sometimes it was Gu Wen holding Chi Yuzi, and at other times, Chi Yuzi would ride on his shoulders.
Their physical closeness was unavoidable.
Yet, it was fortunate that Chi Yuzi’s mind and heart were as broad as her physique; she never minded the inevitable contact.
With her generous spirit, Gu Wen often joked, "If you weren’t a girl, I would definitely become your sworn brother."
However, it seemed that wasn’t possible anymore.
After all, true brothers wouldn’t lack boundaries like this.
Gu Wen looked at the Daoist who resembled him, his gaze deep and contemplative.
For a brief moment, Chi Yuzi’s eyes shifted away, but she soon broke into a wide grin and said, "Gu Wen, why did you take so long? I caught a girl Bodhisattva to dance for you. This little nymph has a fantastic figure; she must dance splendidly..."
Before she could finish her words, Gu Wen abruptly pulled her towards him, instantly shrinking the Daoist into a petite and delicate girl.
She found herself in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck.