478 Presents Made With One's Heart and Soul

The two little girls scurried towards him excitedly. Then, as if they had reached a tacit agreement before this, they stood by each of his sides and grabbed onto Baiyi's gauntlet, chirping, "So, how was it, Big Meanie?"

"Well…" Baiyi began, his voice laced with hesitance before he squeezed the two children's hands and led them back to his garden. "Let's talk about it while we rub our elbows with grease, shall we?"

With that, he let go of their hands and bent down, picking up one of the maltreated flowers from the ground, wincing a little at the devastated state it was. After brushing the dirt and bits of grass off from the stalk, he straightened it and meticulously planted it back into the flower's corresponding tin can.

A keen observer might notice that tending to his plants was likely the only time Baiyi would use his own hands instead of using his mana.