Hopefully she'll show moderation

Yang Qing and the celestial nesting weaver fought for close to a quarter of an hour before both felt they had struck enough blows on each other and like always, the fight ended in a draw.

The duo rolled away from each other, as they snorted coldly, trading verbal blows, before walking back together to the center of the courtyard where Yang Qing usually had his meals.

No matter how many times he has seen it, Ma Yuan still couldn't make heads or tails on the dysfunctional relationship between the two.

They had been at each other's throats just a millisecond ago, but now they were talking normally with each other as Yang Qing was asking the celestial nesting weaver which dishes it wanted from the spread he had on the table as the celestial nesting weaver excitedly mentioned the transformative changes it had recently made to the nest.