The Temple Falls

"Wufang, look at you. You still haven't figured it out, have you?"

"Wufang is slow-witted." He awkwardly scratched the floating hat on his head. "If Yaoshu doesn't like it, Wufang will work hard to change."

"Wufang, you're too tall!" I angrily grabbed his ear and tugged him down. Wufang quickly covered his ear and yelped, "If Yaoshu doesn't like it, Wufang will change..."

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "No, Wufang can't change this." He looked crestfallen. "Unless Yaoshu wants Wufang to have his legs shortened."

"No problem. Go ahead and cut them!" I said, glancing at his feet.

"Yaoshu, you..."