"Qing Ling?" I stood up and went over to open the door. Sure enough, it was that child Qing Ling. She looked somewhat awkward, staring at me as if she didn't know what to do. Her cultivation had already reached the Third Tier. Her progress could only be called astonishingly fast.
Qing Ling held out both arms, signaling for me to carry her. We had been very close when she was in the lower realm, so of course I couldn't neglect her after coming to the upper realm. I immediately pulled her into my arms, then went inside and prepared to help Qiao Anying advance.
"Does Uncle not want Mommy anymore?" the child asked in a low voice, sounding rather aggrieved.
"Why would you ask that? Your mommy and Uncle are good friends." I was startled, remembering Qi Nuannuan's rather resentful expression when she left today. Could it be because of that?
"Mommy said you've already forgotten her and don't want her anymore. She's about to become someone unimportant." Qing Ling put on an old-fashioned, world-weary expression.
"Your mommy misunderstood. Uncle isn't that kind of person. Uncle is busy with some things right now. Once I'm done, I'll go see your mommy, all right?" I stroked Qing Ling's head. She had already abandoned her corpse and cultivated a Yang God immortal body. Her soft skin was as white as snow, making one want to draw close and kiss her.
Zheng Qing Ling had also noticed the ghost in my room. Clever as she was, how could she not understand? She immediately answered, "Mm," and went back.
I stuck the talisman paper I had drawn onto Qiao Anying's forehead, then pressed two fingers against it. Using secret voice transmission, I communicated with Qiao Anying and taught her how to advance. With