Yangyang received her mother's personal promise and happily rolled around on the bed several times.
I watched white cat fur drift down with my own eyes. Rather than getting angry as others might have imagined, I merely silently cast the Purification Technique, tidying the bed until it was spotless once more.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air. It was the warmth of my little nest, as always.
I suddenly said, "If you cultivate through a few more realms, you won't shed anymore, right?"
Yangyang stopped rolling and tilted her head slightly. "Probably?"
Unlike my daughter, my true form had almost never shed fur. The last time I plucked quite a few strands out myself, I even felt a little weak and needed several hours to recover.
The next day.
There was only one final day left until Yangyang's third birthday.
Beneath the Ginkgo Tree, Ye Qingxian's figure was as active as ever.
"You're not going to the battlefield today?" I wore a slightly fluffy blue cloth dress embroidered with many pretty patterns, perfectly suited to the lively charm of youth.
"No." Ye Qingxian looked over my outfit for the day, her gaze lingering several times on my flat lower belly, as though she wanted to see whether a tiny life was already being nurtured within. "There's no fight to be had anymore. Those people from the Myriad Dao Sect are drawing back their battle lines, preparing for something big in the next day or two. Personally, I think tonight is highly likely. The more everyone thinks it'll be tomorrow, the more likely it is to be today."
"How else could they catch us off guard?"
I wound a lock of hair around my finger, my tone calm. "Who's the strongest? How many Supreme Realm experts are there?"
Ye Qingxian