"Mother, why did you give her gold?"
Yangyang couldn't quite understand.
Perhaps it was because she herself was the head of the Demonic Sect.
"A normal person with spiritual roots—if we casually forge a good karmic bond, then when we return to the lower realm someday, she might be able to serve as a guide."
"If that's the case, why didn't you just give her a cultivation technique?" Yangyang remained puzzled.
I innocently explained, "Mother doesn't have any spare techniques, either. The techniques Wuya Sect gives its disciples can't be passed on to outsiders."
Yangyang: "..."
As a baby, she actually wanted to say that she had some.
And a whole lot of them.
But she didn't dare take them out.
Forget it.
Since it was merely a good karmic bond left behind on a whim, she couldn't be bothered to think so much about it.
Standing at the kindergarten entrance, I asked Yangyang, "Do you want to go in and see your two younger sisters?"
"I do." Yangyang glanced inside.
The kindergarten children were playing eagle catches chicks.
Ye Ranxing wore an utterly unhappy expression as she played one of the chicks.
A young teacher in her twenties stood at the front, smiling as she bared her claws and played the eagle.
She wanted to be the eagle too.
She had no interest in a game where all she could do was get caught.
Ye Zhaoxuan secretly tugged on her sleeve. "Younger Sister, just play with me for a little while. I've never played this game before."
Ye Ranxing kicked a small stone flying. "All you know is playing games. You're so annoying."
After that, she stopped sulking and returned to the line of chicks with Ye Zhaoxuan. Her face was cool and expressionless as she watched the nearby