Since things had been a little unsettled around Beijing lately, Mo Caihuan hadn't dared go anywhere these past two days. She'd stayed home and diligently practiced her cultivation, cooped up there for three whole days.
"Haah..."
Oddly enough, she wasn't paying attention to her books today. She suddenly tossed the copy of the Book of Changes she'd been using for reference aside, then slumped over her desk with a sigh. Whatever was bothering her was anyone's guess.
"Xiao Li, tell me..."
"When will I be as powerful as you?"
Mo Caihuan asked listlessly.
Ever since she'd learned from her younger sister Cui'er two days ago that Miss Zhao had gotten into trouble, and heard about the state of the cultivation world near Beijing—especially the loose cultivators—she'd been like this. She was always distracted when she practiced.
Of course, she wasn't worried about her own safety or another attack from that monster of an evil cultivator. She just felt useless. Xiao Cui'er had come to her for help, but she, the "Fairy Mo," couldn't do anything for her. The title seemed like an exaggeration, and she couldn't stop dwelling on it.
"?"
"As powerful as me?"
Jin Xiaoli, who was lying on the couch, froze. Then she sprang upright like a carp leaping out of water and sat cross-legged on the couch. She blinked and studied Mo Caihuan several times. Her senior sister was slumped over her desk, neither reading nor cultivating. But Xiaoli didn't rush to answer.
"??"
"What's wrong? Is there a problem with that?"
Noticing her junior sister's strange look, Mo Caihuan was baffled. She straightened up, checked her clothes, touched up her appearance, and then asked.
"Of course there is."
"Senior Sister Mo!"
"Let me ask you this."
"How long have you been cultivating?"
Jin Xiaoli didn't