At the same moment a mildly amusing little episode was unfolding on Weiyang Peak of the Wuya Sect.
In a Direct Disciple's cave dwelling halfway up Heavenly Sword Peak, a somewhat less pleasant little conflict was also waiting for the mother and daughter to smooth over.
Ye Ranxing was so flustered that she had just run out of the bedroom, intending to go look for her mother.
Instead, she happened to crash right into me as I was about to enter the room.
The powerful impact sent Ye Ranxing stumbling.
"Be more careful." Instinctively spreading out my divine sense, I caught my little daughter and looked her over. "Did that hurt? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Ye Ranxing rubbed her forehead. Her little black wings drooped with her mood, yet she still hadn't forgotten about her elder sister. "No. Mother, hurry and go check on Ye Zhaoxuan. She seems a little sad, saying Mother..."
"I can't explain it clearly. Mother, you should ask her yourself."
"I haven't even gone to school yet, so my ability to express myself isn't very good."
"You worked hard." This also served as a reminder to me: cultivation was certainly important, but teaching them cultural knowledge could not be neglected either. At the very least, there couldn't be a problem with their basic ability to express themselves—they had to be able to fully describe things and their feelings.
Xingxing truly had grown up, and she had become more sensible as well.
"You did very well." I didn't forget to praise my little treasure, and I immediately understood what was going on.
That feeling from before had not come out of nowhere.
In one corner of the bedroom lay a large stretch of soft carpet.
The sufficiently holy little angel had her head lowered, staring blankly at