The Vermilion Bird Dao Heir blinked at the man and woman before her.
"V-Vermilion Bird Heir, hello..."
The Fusang Holy Maiden was a little nervous.
She had never seen the Vermilion Bird Dao Heir as a child. She could only speak to her as she would an ordinary Dao Heir, and she had little experience with it.
At the same time, she instinctively raised a shield around the newborn Vermilion Bird Dao Heir. Even the slightest leak of sword intent or spiritual power from a sword cultivator could kill the little one instantly, without giving her any chance to resist.
The Vermilion Bird Dao Heir looked at her in confusion.
"Me, teacher."
Jiang Ding gently pushed aside the Fusang Holy Maiden's shield. He pointed to himself, then to the woman beside him. "Her, Fusang Heir, your friend."
"Yah..."
The Vermilion Bird Dao Heir babbled something.
Despite her size, she had only just been born. Her mind was a blank sheet, her brain and body were still in their earliest stages of development, and the Vermilion Bird Holy Land's inherited memories remained sealed. She was no different from a human infant.
Jiang Ding, however, could tell precisely what her babbling meant.
He had not earned the title of the Immortal Sect's foremost scholar of education by bluffing. He had the real work to back it up: papers and practical experience alike.
The little one's babbling conveyed two things. She wanted to be held because she felt unsafe, and she was hungry.
"There, there..."
Jiang Ding picked her up in the scientifically sound position most comfortable for a child and rocked her in his arms. The tears welling in her eyes gradually subsided.
A melodious nursery rhyme sounded around them, and the little one began to giggle.
The Fusang Holy Maiden's mouth