The little girl running ahead was at most seven or eight years old, her hair tied into two braids. Though she had yet to fully grow into her looks, it was already clear that she was a beauty in the making—bright eyes, pearly teeth, utterly captivating.
"Help—! Somebody save Tiantian! Tiantian is very well-behaved, and she doesn't even taste good! Stinky kitty, stop chasing Tiantian! Tiantian really doesn't taste good!"
The little girl fled in a panic. What astonished Zhou Heng was that she was only at the Creation King level!
Wasn't entry restricted to Bright Immortals?
Did this little girl have some powerful backing that allowed her to break the rules? But if she truly had such backing, why would she come here to risk her life? She could have simply entered the academy through the back door.
Zhou Heng could not figure it out, but the little girl was drawing closer and closer to him.
At that moment, the little girl spotted him too, and delight immediately lit up her face. She called out sweetly, "Uncle, hurry and help adorable Tiantian!"
Zhou Heng's face instantly darkened. Uncle? Was he really that old?
Going by his actual age, practically every martial artist at his level of cultivation was old enough to be his great-grandfather or great-grandmother. He was so "young and accomplished," yet this little girl was calling him uncle?
For a moment, Zhou Heng had the urge to flick his sleeve and leave. This little girl was far too unlikeable!
Of course, that was only a passing thought.
"Uncle, save me! At worst, I'll introduce Mother to you!" The little girl ran closer still.
Zhou Heng's face darkened even further. Earlier, he had encountered Bing Xiulan, who had sold out her sister; now he had encountered a little