Old Little Daoist Nun

Xi Yue watched her disciple with a face utterly expressionless, though inwardly she was in agony and clenching tight. Minghe seemed to sense something and slowly opened her eyes.

The detached, icy look in her eyes flashed past, quickly turning into a small measure of displeasure upon seeing her master. She gave a faint "hmph," then forcibly became polite. "Master, you're back?"

For a moment, Xi Yue did not even know whether she wanted to see that detached expression or this Little Minghe with such a wealth of expressions.

Mm... though the latter was throwing a tiny tantrum, she was actually rather cute.

But when Xi Yue imagined what she would look like when she threw a huge tantrum someday, well...

"Master?" Minghe rose and strangely waved a hand before Xi Yue's eyes. "Why are you standing there like a dumb goose the moment you come back?"

"You're the dumb goose." Xi Yue instinctively shot back, reaching out to pinch Minghe's ear. "Have your wings hardened? You even dare show your master such a detached look?"

Minghe felt wronged to death. "You taught me this kind of cultivation."

Xi Yue sighed mournfully. "The child has grown up, become rebellious, and learned to talk back..."

Minghe said angrily, "Why do I feel like my master is the rebellious child now?!"

Xi Yue glared.

Minghe glared back.

In less than two seconds, Xi Yue wilted. She had just tested it—her man really was amazing. She truly could not straighten her back.

She quickly released Minghe's ear and took something from her ring, smiling ingratiatingly. "Well, good disciple, Master brought you something nice."

Rubbing her ear, Minghe looked at her master's strange expression, then at the object... a tiny Thunder Seed, twisting and wriggling in her master's hand like a pitiful little snake...