Cao Zhen flew away.
It hadn't been two hours, not even an hour perhaps, when the birdsong ended and Cao Zhen flew back once more.
At this time, Little Silver Dragon was already luxuriating back in the water, while the Seven-Colored Splendid Bird lay exhausted on the bank.
Cao Zhen said disdainfully, "You're no good at this, talking about two hours, but it's barely been the time it takes to burn a stick of incense."
Upon hearing Cao Zhen say that it's no good, Little Silver Dragon immediately argued, "Who says it was only a stick of incense's time? It was at least two sticks, plus the time before you came, altogether at least an hour."
