"Junior Sister."
"When you're kissing, could you focus a little?"
"What are you trying to do, poking at the air in front of you while constantly getting distracted?"
Ye Qingxian successfully clawed back a point in the household hierarchy.
In high spirits, her eyes shone brightly as she stared at me.
The satisfaction in the girl's expression was unmistakable, and she was deadly serious.
I did not mind Ye Qingxian asserting her initiative in a certain regard.
But why was she staring so intently at my raised little hand?
That left me somewhat embarrassed.
My fingertip was still suspended in midair, tapping the panel before me.
I could neither lower it nor keep it hanging there.
Wanting to dig a hole with my toes, I explained, "My paw was a little itchy, so I scratched it."
I laughed heartily and tossed out a casual excuse, desperately wanting to slip away.
Ye Qingxian kept staring at my raised little hand, refusing to let me muddle my way through.
In an utterly calm voice, the girl said something astonishing. "Junior Sister, is there something in front of you... that only you can see?"
I was so startled that my face turned a shade paler.
I remained silent.
Faced with my silence, Ye Qingxian recalled a suspicion she had harbored long ago.
Junior Sister must have had an intelligence network that she did not know about.
That was why she could know certain things that would happen in the future.
This was later proven true.
The information that Heavenly Sword Venerable and his countless lackeys had deliberately or inadvertently spread throughout Supreme Heaven
had gradually become known to most Supreme Realm powerhouses, who began to regard Ye Qingxian, the peerless genius of her generation, with a different kind of fear.
That was why