The lights were bright in the first-floor living room.
"Sword Comes!"
Yu Qingmeng gave a soft, childish shout.
She held out her small, fair hand and pointed from afar at a three-inch sword on the coffee table.
Whirr—
The little sword, silver-white from hilt to tip and engraved with delicate cloud patterns, let out a faint ring. It instantly floated into the air and began circling her in tight, dizzying loops.
"Go, sword! Zing, zing, zing!"
As she waved her little hand, the silver-white sword traced nimble paths through the air, expertly dodging the chandelier and slipping through the gap between the sofa cushions. At last, it stopped steadily in front of Liu Xin.
"Look, Mommy!" Yu Qingmeng lifted her little face, brimming with pride as if showing off a treasure.
After coming home, she had changed into a pretty princess dress, with a long braid tied at the back of her head.
Though she was still very young, you could already glimpse the breathtaking beauty she would grow into in her features.
"Wow! Our Qingmeng is amazing!" Liu Xin applauded enthusiastically.
Beside her, Yu Lei stared in astonishment, his mouth hanging open.
Telekinesis?
Psychic Master?
To an ordinary martial artist like him, living in Jiang City, those words were utterly remote and mysterious.
All he knew was that his daughter seemed to have become a little goddess.
"Qingmeng, did you say an old man with long white hair gave you this sword?" Liu Xin asked curiously.
Yu Qingmeng gave an "Mm-hmm" and nodded earnestly. "The old man was so nice to me. He taught me how to use this sword and gave me lots of yummy things to eat..."
Halfway through, she sneaked a glance at her mother.
Liu Xin usually kept a strict watch on how many snacks