"Pretty sister, what are you busy with?" In Qinghuo Yuanchen's general's residence, the wheels rolled almost soundlessly, while the little girl's voice rang crisp and clear.
Lian Yuchan sat properly before the long table, her posture graceful.
Her exquisite features were the brightest scenery in the room.
She earnestly leafed through the manuscripts piled high on the table, making notes with her pen from time to time. In a gentle voice, she said, "Big sister is studying ancient writing. Can you play by yourself for a while?"
It was hard for her not to feel sympathy for Swift Fire Yuxiu, this strong and sensible little girl.
But with a great enemy looming, she truly could not tolerate wasting her own time without contributing anything.
The others had previously scattered to attend to their tasks. As a mobile force, Lin Xian had stayed behind to guard the home and keep watch over the Royal Authority Tribe.
Now that it was her turn to stay home and look after the child, there was nothing much to say. After all, she too had stalled before the divide between man and heaven, unable to match little holy monk Jingli or that cold-faced mechanisms man.
But she absolutely would not allow herself to do nothing but watch a child.
Ever since she was young, whatever she did, she had to do it best. Her father demanded this of her, and she demanded it of herself.
Her father was a Great Pillar State. One day, she too would become a Great Pillar State.
What Lian Jingzhi had accomplished, she would accomplish. What Lian Jingzhi had failed to accomplish, she would accomplish as well.
Following Jiang Wang in cultivation was an act much like being sent as a "hostage," but it was also a rare opportunity.
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