Under the tree.
While we ate, I asked as casually as if nothing were on my mind, "Yangyang."
"Will you cultivate the Immortal Dao or the Demonic Dao in the future?"
I looked at Yangyang, my gaze calm.
But beneath that calm, it seemed there were turbulent waves.
Yangyang had just been thinking about how she could persuade her mother to let her cultivate the Demonic Dao.
Then her mother had thrown the question right at her.
At that moment,
how could she possibly admit that she wanted to cultivate the Demonic Dao? Wasn't this an obvious test?
If she jumped right in, it would be no different from telling her mother who yesterday's person had been.
It was already a life-or-death moment. How could Yangyang still think about her future plans? In almost an instant, she answered by instinct, following her heart without a second thought. "The Immortal Dao! The Immortal Dao, of course! Yangyang wants to cultivate the Immortal Dao."
I nonchalantly turned my gaze away.
Maybe I was overthinking it.
How could Yangyang be the mysterious person who'd bossed around a powerful demonic cultivator yesterday?
The brief battle of wits was over, and Yangyang was already drenched in sweat.
That scared the life out of her.
Why did her mother make her feel so pressured, too? At times, she could rival Ye Qingxian.
When you had a guilty conscience, every word and action made you worry that you'd give yourself away.
Could it be that her mother wasn't stupid after all?
She clearly wasn't that easy to fool.
Pah, pah, pah. It wasn't fooling her. It was reasonable communication.
Yangyang secretly scolded herself.
There was one thing she'd gotten right.
Ye Xiaoyao could seem a little silly sometimes, but really, she just didn't want to fuss over