Su Qiao had just reached out to take it when a large hand snatched it away halfway there.
"What are you doing again?"
She had barely eaten any meat. Was he not even going to let her drink the soup?
She was really going to get angry now.
"I'm helping you check whether it's poisoned."
With that, Zhongli Han tipped his head back and took a large gulp.
Baili Jing furrowed his brows and set down his chopsticks. "You've eaten it all. What is she supposed to eat?"
"Besides, you're so young, and your cultivation is still in its initial stage. Eating so much ordinary food will hinder your cultivation."
"The Sect Competition held once every fifty years by the Seven Great Sects of the Cultivation World will begin soon. As her disciple, you'd better make her proud and not embarrass her in front of everyone."
"You don't need to worry about that. I naturally won't give anyone a chance to make fun of her."
Zhongli Han snorted inwardly.
What an act!
Anyone who didn't know better would think he truly had no idea what his situation was.
Still a child. Still in the initial stage of cultivation.
So Baili Jing could spout nonsense too.
Just then, the Defense Formation before the entrance to Seven Swords Peak was triggered. Immediately afterward, a Sound Transmission Talisman flew in.
Baili Jing caught it casually and swept it with his divine sense, looking somewhat surprised.
Su Qiao had finally snatched a bowl of soup from Zhongli Han's hands. Seeing his strange expression, she asked, "Who's here?"
"Your father." Baili Jing sounded slightly gloomy.
It wasn't that he didn't want her father to come. It was just that once he arrived, he would definitely call him "Martial Uncle."
Wouldn't that remind Su Qiao of