The stories his little woman had written before were countless times more fascinating than these. Did she really look favorably on this kind of stuff?
Hmph, currying favor?
This time, he had really flattered the wrong person, hadn't he?
"I only thought they looked interesting, so I brought some back on a whim. If you don't like them, then I..."
"They're good enough for passing the time when you're bored. Besides, there's nothing fun to do on this mountain apart from cultivating."
After all, Baili Jing had meant well, so Su Qiao showed that she was considerate enough to understand that.
"It's getting rather late today, so I'll be leaving first."
Su Qiao felt that Baili Jing had brought out all these books to hint at something, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Sure. Don't worry about the Spirit Field. I'll take care of it for you."
Baili Jing didn't force the matter.
There was still plenty of time.
Everything had to be done one step at a time. One couldn't grow into a huge fatty by eating a single mouthful.
"Mm, then thank you."
Su Qiao swept the little wooden chest containing the storybooks into her Spatial Ring and thanked him.
Before leaving, Zhong Lihan jumped onto the Flying Sword and stood beside Su Qiao, looking back at Baili Jing provocatively.
Baili Jing responded with a mocking sneer.
Although he was somewhat jealous that Zhong Lihan could stay by her side at any time, in his current appearance as a little child, he couldn't do anything at all.
In Su Qiao's eyes, he was just a child—and her disciple at that.
If he dared to do anything, those two points alone would be enough to make him suffer.
His wife's fists were no joke.
After they returned to Clear