"Mother, how much do you weigh?"
Yangyang stood atop a weighing artifact from the Cultivation World.
Looking at the number displayed on the artifact, I slipped my arms beneath Yangyang's armpits and lifted the little one down. "You're asking how much I weigh? Back when I was at my lightest, I was probably only a little over thirty kilos. Now I'm definitely over thirty-five."
While talking with my daughter, I stepped onto the artifact as well. The number displayed precisely: 36.5 kilograms.
How had I gotten another half-kilo lighter?
Yangyang puffed out her cheeks, looking a little like an angry pufferfish. "Mother, you need to eat more. If you don't eat and put on some weight, Yangyang is going to outweigh you."
I pinched her chubby, angry little face. "All right, all right, don't be mad. Mother will eat. Besides, it's perfectly normal for Yangyang to weigh more than Mother. In a few more years, you'll even be taller than me." Yangyang's current height made me unable to resist sighing.
Ever since she had become capable of cultivation, she had started growing faster.
She was probably as tall as an ordinary four- or five-year-old girl now.
Hearing about growing up, Yangyang grew a little sad. She pressed close and hugged me. "No, Yangyang doesn't want to grow up anymore. Yangyang wants to be a little girl in front of Mother for her whole life. I don't want to be stronger than Mother."
"What silly thing are you saying? How could anyone go their whole life without growing taller?" I gently patted my daughter's back. "It's only right for you to become stronger than me. Each generation is stronger than the last—that's perfectly normal in the Cultivation World."
"How can anyone grow backward?"
Ye Ranxing appeared quietly, like a ghost that