Acting Unruly, Ling Chengping (2,800 Words, Please Subscribe)

Elsewhere.

Within another spacious courtyard.

"Uncle, you finally came back to see Jia Er! Did you bring Jia Er any pretty clothes this time?"

A young girl in a white floral dress sat at a tea table, reading a book. Her skin was exceptionally fair, and she carried herself with an elegant air—at a glance, one could tell she came from a great clan. When she suddenly noticed movement nearby and saw that it was a cold-faced young man, her face immediately blossomed into a smile.

"It has only been a few months, and you little brat are still as vain as ever."

The cold-faced young man was none other than Ling Wanxu. As he looked at the little girl, a rare trace of a smile appeared on his icy face.

Had any outsiders been present and seen Ling Wanxu smiling, they would surely have been stunned.

Ling Wanxu had always treated others in the Ling Clan with a cold expression. Even when meeting some of the clan's elderly Foundation Establishment Cultivators, he remained the same, as though nothing in the world could move him.

Quite a few clan members secretly called him the Stone-faced Sword Cultivator.

Who would have thought that Ling Wanxu possessed such a side to him?

At this moment, an elderly couple and a young married couple emerged from the house within the courtyard.

These four were Ling Wanxu's parents, younger sister, and brother-in-law.

The little girl was Ling Wanxu's young niece.

This large family then began chatting leisurely among themselves.

And scenes of cultivators seeking out their mortal relatives could be found in countless places throughout Lingxiao City, which housed several hundred thousand mortals.

At the same time.

Deep within the Ling Clan Territory.

Outer Affairs Hall.

At a tea table within a grand