Xiao Ling wore a gentle smile, looking utterly harmless. Yet though the two girls before him were young, they were the beloved daughters of Ying Xuanzi, the Dao Sect's headmaster. Having been carefully taught by the sect since childhood and influenced by what they saw and heard, they were far more mature and composed than ordinary children.
In but an instant, the sisters sensed that this man's appearance was suspicious. His aura was unfamiliar, his intentions unclear, and vigilance immediately rose in their hearts.
Ying Xiaoxiao promptly stepped forward, her petite body firmly shielding Ying Huanhuan behind her. Her clear eyes fixed tightly on Xiao Ling, carrying a calm wariness utterly unfitting of her age as she asked in a crisp voice:
"Who are you? How did you break in here? What exactly do you want?"
Behind her, Ying Huanhuan also widened her lively eyes and glared unblinkingly at Xiao Ling. Her small pink fists quietly clenched as she puffed out her cheeks, looking adorably fierce. Clearly, she too regarded him as an outsider with ill intentions.
Seeing the sisters' guarded expressions, Xiao Ling hurriedly waved his hands. The smile on his face became even gentler, and he softened his tone further, afraid of frightening the two little girls before him.
"Don't misunderstand me, you two. I truly am not some villain with ulterior motives. I came here sincerely because I wish to make a deal with you, one that will benefit us all."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint, nearly imperceptible ripple quietly spread through the space beside him. Ling Qingzhu, dressed in a plain skirt, slowly emerged from that gentle space fluctuation and silently stood at Xiao Ling's side. A light veil covered her face, and her temperament was cold and ethereal.
Xiao Ling glanced sideways