Grandpa Trident

"Huh? But I clearly heard it just now." Chunhua was very certain someone called her that.

"You're so young and you're already a little thief. You're a shame to your clan."

There it is again.

"Bangle, don't play with me. Just be honest." Chunhua raised her right wrist to look at the bangle eye to eye.

The bangle: Master, you're accusing me of something I didn't do. I'm completely innocent.

"Then, who could possibly say it if there was only two of us here…" Chunhua turned to her right then left, only to stop and stare blankly at the old man in golden armor.

(ʘᗩʘ')

"You little thief." The Old man snarled. His white beard shook.

Chunhua let out an awkward smile while asking, "Exalted Immortal, why are you here?" How is Gramps able to cross the boundaries of dreams and come here?

The old man snorted at her startled expression and strange way of addressing him, prompting him to send her a death glare, "Give me back my trident."