"Wah-yah-yah, art of summoning divine beasts!"
Upon the soft cloud-covered ground, the exquisitely doll-like little girl wore a stern little face. Her ten fingers flew through several intricate hand seals before finally joining into sword fingers. With great solemnity, she pointed ahead. "By the law, with utmost haste! Come forth!"
"Woof!"
A bark suddenly rang out. A Cloud Blanket flipped open, and a scruffy gray little dog leaped out.
"Awoo-woo-woo!"
It bared its teeth and looked exceedingly imposing.
Seated before her was a woman of peerless, refined beauty. Propping her forehead with one hand, she said helplessly, "Jiang An'an, is this the secret art you painstakingly researched instead of practicing your writing for several days?"
"Well?" Jiang An'an asked delightedly. "Aren't I amazing?"
"I don't know whether you're amazing or not." Ye Qingyu sighed. "But my head certainly hurts terribly."
Jiang An'an squeezed closer to her, pouting. "Wasn't I just trying to make you laugh because you seemed unhappy? I've made up all my schoolwork already."
Cradling her precious Squirrel Box, she took out several stacks of paper, each covered in neat, proper large characters. "Look!"
Ye Qingyu reached out and ruffled her hair, saying gently, "I'm worried about matters of cultivation. I'm not unhappy."
"I'll have my brother teach you later!" Jiang An'an waved her little hand grandly. "My brother is incredible!"
Ye Qingyu casually replied, "As for cultivation... my father isn't too bad either!"
Jiang An'an blinked her big eyes and tilted her head. "My brother is number one in the world. What number is Uncle Ye?"
Ye Qingyu: ...
It was difficult to explain to a child the gap between the Inner Palace Realm and the True Insight Realm. Nor was it so easy to explain the difference between Number One Inner Palace of the World and