Ji Qingyi nestled in Jiang Che's arms and fell asleep again.
This girl spoke very little all day, but she was especially clingy. She spent more than half of every day by Jiang Che's side.
Every day, she was either cultivating or sticking to Jiang Che, leaving him no time to secretly meet Yaoyue.
Speaking of Yaoyue, the many cultivators of the demon realm kept their mouths tightly shut. They had somehow managed to hide the existence of that little lover from Mo Shangxie and Ji Qingyi, his two young disciples.
"Snore..."
Ji Qingyi slept soundly, drooling all over Jiang Che's pant leg, leaving him utterly helpless.
Still, this girl Ji Qingyi truly possessed extraordinary talent. Her aptitude for cultivation was terrifyingly high. Jiang Che had accepted her as his disciple and taught her cultivation techniques when she was three years old, and in merely five years... Ji Qingyi had gone from a mere innate Foundation Establishment cultivator to the Nirvana Stage!
Such a rate of advancement was downright horrifying. Ji Qingyi had only just turned eight, yet she would likely be able to easily attain the Dao and become an emperor before she turned eighteen.
Jiang Che lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping girl, reaching out to pinch her soft, tender cheek.
Jiang Che knew very clearly that although Ji Qingyi looked obedient and rarely got angry or threw tantrums, her personality was the complete opposite of Mo Shangxie's. Mo Shangxie was lively and impulsive, the hot-tempered senior sister of the sect, while Ji Qingyi was a stuffy gourd.
Jiang Che sighed inwardly. Ji Qingyi was obviously a yandere. He had already worked hard to change her temperament, yet she had not improved in the slightest.
He had once thought that her parents' deaths had made Ji