Song Wen stopped in his tracks and looked back at Leng Yuer.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her bright eyes brimming with anticipation.
"Your cultivation is too low. We'll discuss it another day."
With that, Song Wen entered the courtyard.
He had come to Leng Qingying for dual cultivation-proper cultivation-not a moment's pleasure.
How could they practice dual cultivation with an extra person?
Seeing this, Leng Yuer bit her red lip with her pearly teeth. As she watched Song Wen's retreating figure, her face filled with indescribable hurt.
"Yuer, go back to your cave abode first," Leng Qingying told her younger sister before following Song Wen into the courtyard.
Clang!
The courtyard gate slammed shut.
"You... you're just picking on me because I'm young! My sister is already over a thousand years old, and Senior Yinshuo must be several thousand years old. When I reach your age, my cultivation certainly won't be any lower than yours..."
Leng Yuer stared at the tightly closed gate, resentful tears gathering in her eyes. Then she stamped her foot, turned, and left.
"Please forgive her, Senior. My younger sister grew up in the Leng Residence and knows little of the world. She speaks without thinking, so please don't hold it against her," Leng Qingying said apologetically.
"Your sister has a frank, genuine nature. That's quite admirable." Song Wen changed the subject. "Have you practiced any secret dual cultivation arts?"
A blush flashed across Leng Qingying's face.
"I... have yet to... lose my virginity. I've never studied any dual cultivation methods."
"Go inside first and wait a moment," Song Wen said, pointing at the house in the courtyard.
"Yes, Senior." Leng Qingying walked slowly toward the house.
Meanwhile, Song Wen sank part of his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.
"Gu Que, do you