Zhuque Zi blinked at the man and woman before her.
"Zhu... Zhuque Zi, hello..."
The Fusang Saintess was somewhat nervous.
She had never seen Zhuque Zi in her childhood and could only interact with her according to the usual methods for Dao Children. She was severely lacking in experience.
At the same time, she instinctively spread a shield around the newborn Zhuque Zi. Even the slightest leak of sword intent or magical power from a sword cultivator could kill this little one in an instant, leaving her with no ability to resist.
Zhuque Zi looked at her in confusion.
"Me, teacher."
Jiang Ding gently pushed aside the Fusang Saintess's shield, pointed at himself, then at the woman beside him. "She, Fusang Zi, your friend."
"Yiya..."
Zhuque Zi babbled away.
Do not be fooled by her size. She had only just been born, her mind a blank sheet of paper. Both her brain and body were in the earliest stages of development, while the inherited memories of the Vermilion Bird Holy Land remained sealed. She was no different from a human infant.
However, Jiang Ding could precisely determine what those babbles meant.
He had not earned the title of Immortal Sect's most accomplished educator by muddling through. He possessed both academic papers and practical experience, all of it the genuine article.
This little one's babbling conveyed two meanings: she wanted to be held because she felt unsafe, and she was hungry.
"Be good..."
Jiang Ding lifted her in the most scientific and comfortable posture for a child, rocking her gently in his arms. The tears that were about to spill from the little one's eyes gradually stopped.
Melodious nursery rhymes sounded nearby, and the little one began to giggle.
The Fusang Saintess's mouth slowly fell open into an O-shape.
Her eyes