After the old Daoist repeatedly confirmed it three or four times, he finally flicked his sleeve. "Nonsense! How could it be..."
Yun Tang was speechless. Looking at the human before her, she said irritably, "You found the wrong person yourself, so why are you turning around and blaming me?"
The old Daoist was so angry his beard bristled. "I wasn't talking about you. This Daoist was talking about himself. All the cultivation of my lifetime has gone into a dog's belly—I haven't made a shred of progress all these years."
Yun Tang closed the gate to the little courtyard.
Looking at the vegetable patch in the courtyard, a hint of reminiscence entered her eyes. "I wonder what Little Little is doing. I should ask with a Sound Transmission Talisman."
Yun Tang recalled what had happened some time ago.
Her daughter had excitedly told her that she was pregnant with another baby.
Back then, that little pink-and-white kitten that had rolled about on her belly had been so tiny. Now, she had formed a family of her own.
Before Yun Tang could dwell on it for long, a crisp, pleasant voice sounded from the other end of the Sound Transmission Talisman. "Mother, did you miss me~? Mother, what are you doing? Your daughter misses you a little too. Mm... I'll come see you another day. Very soon! You don't need to miss me for too long either."
"Oh, right—I nearly forgot to tell you, Mother. Yesterday, I met a really strange cultivator. His realm looked quite high, and he insisted on calling me Princess."
"Aiya, whether I'm Princess or not... wouldn't I know that myself? He really made no sense at all."
"He kept insisting, and Ye Qingxian kept saying so too. In the end, I could only reluctantly admit it."