"Close your eyes and count to a hundred, and your brother and sister will be back," Zi Qi patted his horn, "take it slow."
"Okay." Little Shiba closed his eyes, "One, two, three..."
He had only counted to twenty when a bunch of cubs appeared around him.
Xiaoba landed precisely in his own dedicated nest.
Meanwhile, the Little Golden Dragon flew out from its eggshell, growing larger as it circled around the top of the palace, then flew out the window towards the sky.
Xiaoqi, already familiar with the place, hopped onto Zi Qi's shoulder, and then climbed onto his head, coquettishly saying, "Father, Xiaoqi missed you so much it hurt."
Zi Qi, originally distracted by the Little Golden Dragon, laughed upon hearing this, "Father missed you too."
He picked her up from his head and looked at her closely, "Just the same as when you left."
"Hello, Uncle Zi," Putao knelt on one knee, performing the ritual of a subject to a sovereign.