Zhang Caixin did not argue with her sister. Instead, she walked straight over to Feng Jun.
She raised a hand and took the bamboo sapling from him. "Brother Jun... I want to cultivate. Can I?"
Feng Jun glanced at her, then at Red Sister, and smiled. "You've finally made up your mind?"
"I made up my mind ages ago." Zhang Caixin shot her sister a defiant look. "You invited me last winter."
Red Sister's face immediately darkened. "Last winter... you two had already discussed it?"
Feng Jun stroked his chin and thought for a moment. "There isn't any cultivation method particularly suitable for you... Can you wait two years?"
He did not mean two years vaguely. He truly meant two years, because he had already decided to visit the Phone Plane as little as possible when there was nothing urgent—if he could advance to the Emergence from Dust Stage, it would be relatively safe to go there.
So he felt that he might not be able to collect a cultivation method suitable for her anytime soon.
"Huh?" Zhang Caixin tilted her head at him, her long lashes fluttering. "Haven't you already started teaching my sister to cultivate?"
"Ahem!" Red Sister coughed hard, pulled out a pack of women's cigarettes from her handbag, lit one, and casually looked around. Inside, however, she was furious: Could it be that you want to do yoga with him too?
Feng Jun did not want to explain. Explaining the details to a young girl would look too much like he was being a hooligan, and more importantly... Red Sister was right there.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Do you really want to cultivate?"
"Yes." Zhang Caixin nodded decisively, then added after a brief pause, "I think I'm better than my sister."
"Cough, cough."