[The light screen shifted again. Su Miao rode the clouds, hurrying along, when Xuan Ming flickered into view before her.
"Little one from the Three Pure Ones' family! How did you wander into my territory?"
Without waiting for Su Miao to respond, she scooped her up and set her on her shoulder.
"Now that you're here, don't rush off! Come back to the tribe with me and play for a few days!"
Su Miao grabbed onto her hair to steady herself. "Senior... I'm merely passing through..."
Xuan Ming casually pinched her cheek. "I've taken a liking to you. That's reason enough."]
Tongtian watched his little disciple get carried on Xuan Ming's shoulder in the light screen, completely unable to resist, like a kitten picked up by the scruff.
"That way of carrying her... it's like she's hauling prey."
Duobao said, "Junior Martial Sister seems to have... gotten used to it?"
Tongtian said, "Used to it? She just couldn't beat her, so she had no choice but to accept her fate."
Taiyi Zhenren merely watched Su Miao get scooped up by Xuan Ming as though she were a little chick, and his brows rose high.
Taiyi said, "That Ancestral Witch Xuan Ming sure was wild.
Didn't my master say she wasn't raising her? Then she just kidnapped her for herself."
Houtu watched Xuan Ming carry Su Miao on her shoulder in the light screen and suddenly felt her eyes sting.
Xuan Ming's way of speaking, the way she pinched people's cheeks, that overbearing attitude of saying, "I've taken a liking to you. That's reason enough"—that was her elder sister.
When she was still alive, Xuan Ming had been like this.
She said the warmest things with a cold face, never knew how to hold back her strength, yet had a softer