In a cave halfway up the mountain.
In the dim cave, Mo Ling had woken up and was leaning against the tent, her slightly pale face taking small bites of fruit from a canned fruit tin.
Lin An returned in no time and looked at Little Mo Ling, who had wrapped herself in a blanket, with some amusement.
The temperature inside the cave was constantly controlled by the simple Spiritual Bonfire.
There was no way she could be cold.
As if sensing Lin An's gaze, Mo Ling raised one hand and lifted her head guiltily.
"Don't look!"
After saying that, she couldn't help pulling the blanket a little higher over her chest, seeming quite unused to her current appearance.
Lin An laughed helplessly, shook his head, and paid it no mind.
Perhaps because she had completely absorbed the Ghost Infant, Little Mo Ling had grown quite a bit.
Her originally petite face had lengthened slightly, and a girl's childish innocence now showed between her brows and eyes.
Even her short stature had suddenly shot up to one meter sixty.
In Lin An's eyes, however, Mo Ling was still more or less a child. At most, she had gone from a middle schooler to a high schooler.
After swallowing the last mouthful of syrup, Mo Ling lowered her head, her eyes darting away as if she couldn't help wanting to say something.
Seeing Mo Ling so unusually fidgety, Lin An sat down beside her with some amusement and habitually rubbed her head.
"What is it? Do you feel like you've become someone else?"
Hearing the gentleness in Lin An's voice, Mo Ling pouted. After a long while, she finally forced out a sentence.
"Am I not as pretty as I used to be?"
After saying it quickly, she stared fixedly at