"Yes, Master." Linghu Shaozi listened to my words, crying tears of joy, both eyes filled with tears. Clearly, the intense swings between great joy and sorrow had left her utterly wrung out; after all that anxiety and uncertainty, she had finally gotten what she wanted. Ordinary people would have found such emotional upheaval difficult to bear.
"You just guessed, didn't you? Shaozi, why did you choose the jade scroll? I think you should have picked the treasured sword!" Zhang Xiaofei asked suspiciously. He was naturally unwilling to accept it. When he first met her, he had thought she was clever, but who would have imagined she was actually foolish enough to choose the jade scroll?
"I didn't guess. I just like this one." Linghu Shaozi wiped away her tears while happily hugging the ancient jade-scroll text.
"You didn't guess? Then tell me, what's so good about this jade scroll? Why was it worth choosing?" Although Zhang Xiaofei's cultivation was high, his temperament had not fully matured. At most, he was only a few years older than Shaozi.
"It was good, so I chose it," Linghu Shaozi said happily. Then she hurried to catch up with me.
"Hey, you're really giving me no face! I'm your martial uncle! From now on, you have to call me Martial Uncle when you see me!" Zhang Xiaofei hurried after us.
Back on the path, Zhang Xiaofei made a call and told everyone to stop looking. They were all to gather at the Sect Master's Hall.
No one knew what had happened, but finding the child safe and sound was enough to let everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Linghu Shaoyu even ran over to confirm it himself. Clearly, this child held an extraordinary position in the household.
Once we reached the Sect Master's Hall,