After sharing an intimate moment with Junior Sister, Junior Sister hugged the egg and fell asleep again.
The little girl curled up in bed had a pale face peeking out from beneath the covers.
Qing Ye stared at Junior Sister's hair.
It seemed to have grown a little longer.
It shouldn't have been growing this quickly before.
Qing Ye's intelligence kicked in.
She thought back to the dates when Junior Sister's spiritual roots had changed. Both times shared one point in time.
She had practically drawn an equals sign in her mind.
Junior Sister bearing offspring equaled an improvement in her talent.
Qing Ye recalled the sensation from just moments ago.
It wasn't only her water spiritual root that had changed.
It seemed this time, her talent had improved alongside some other, unknown change.
Just then,
Junior Sister, who was incubating the egg, suddenly rolled over.
Qing Ye's hand, which she'd stealthily reached out, froze.
The sensation beneath her fingertips was as smooth as fine jade; she couldn't bear to disturb her.
In a flash, Junior Sister stirred again, her eyelashes trembling.
Qing Ye's brow twitched. Her instincts moved faster than her thoughts, and she vanished from the room in a single flash.
If she'd been any slower, she would've been hit.
In the courtyard,
Qing Ye sipped tea at the stone table beside the ginkgo sapling.
She often snuck out at night to water it with spiritual liquid and speed its growth.
The little ginkgo tree now stood half as tall as her thigh.
Picking up where her thoughts had left off,
Junior Sister bearing offspring equaled an improvement in her talent. Could there be something else to it that Qing Ye didn't know about? For example, would bearing children by different people produce different effects?
If so,
Would