Furry Bean couldn't speak, so naturally, he couldn't answer Zheng Qing's question.
Zheng Qing had no choice but to pick up the green pea.
On the steps above, a long sigh came from behind the door, like the night wind brushing through treetops—shadowy and indistinct, impossible to catch clearly. Zheng Qing weighed the green pea in his hand, glanced at the still tightly shut door, then at the innocent-looking Furry Bean before turning around to face his companions.
"Well?" Zhang Ji Xin asked impatiently. "Do we know how to go up the mountain now?"
Zheng Qing shook his head.
He hadn't sensed even the faintest trace of magic fluctuation from the pea.
"Maybe we're supposed to eat it." Xin Fat Man's suggestion didn't surprise Zheng Qing in the slightest; in fact, the young scholarship student was already contemplating this possibility.
Jiang Yu raised her hand to halt the suggestion.
