Once the thought arose, it circled relentlessly through his rigorous, orderly mind, impossible to dispel.
He could practically see it—
A miniature Tongtian, in the form of a little girl,
Leaping and scrambling around Kunlun Mountain, brimming with worldly liveliness,
Grinning at him while carrying a Spiritual Beast cub she had somehow dug up from who knew where...
Yuanshi abruptly shut his eyes and sucked in a sharp breath.
No!
Absolutely not!
He had to do something.
He had to let Miao Heng absorb more tranquil energy,
To counterbalance Tongtian's influence.
Thus, in the days that followed,
Yuanshi began visiting Supreme Purity Peak more and more often.
Officially, it was to discuss the Dao with his brother and exchange cultivation insights.
In truth, he was trying every possible way, without drawing attention to it, to bring Su Miao over to Laozi.
Laozi understood perfectly well.
He still maintained that detached, otherworldly demeanor.
He neither exposed Yuanshi's frequent visits nor resisted them.
Most of the time,
He was either tending the Herb Garden, deducing chess games, or quietly watching the fish in the pond.
And Su Miao was required to stay by his side.
She did not need to do anything.
She merely had to watch, listen, and feel.
The aura of Supreme Purity Peak was like the gentlest spring water, silently soaking into her.
Here,
The restless air she had picked up from playing with Tongtian would gradually settle.
She could quietly watch Master Father revive a dying Spirit Planting with methods that appeared simple.
She could listen to Master Father and Second Master discuss those profound principles of the Great Dao.
Though she did not understand much of it, the peaceful tone itself was soothing.
Occasionally,
Laozi would casually ask her a question.
"Miao Heng, why do you think