The family meeting went on for more than half a month. During that time, everyone cultivated their bodies together, and that was naturally unavoidable. Each time, Wu Chu taught them everything he knew, striving for perfection.
That day, the meeting finally ended. Wu Chu rubbed his aching old back. He did not know whether it was an illusion, but he always felt that even cultivating the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique to its limit seemed somewhat insufficient.
Muttering to himself, he entered the Main Hall and saw the ten little ones standing in a row outside, their little heads tucked in like quails.
The red Little Sparrow hovered before them, scolding them. Bumps had risen on each of their little heads.
Up in the tree canopy, quite a few Little Flower Fairies poked their heads out from among the branches and leaves, glaring angrily at the little troublemakers.
As Wu Chu walked out of the Main Hall, he asked, "What foolish thing did they do this time?"
"What foolish thing? If you had come out any later, your Purple Jade Mountain would have been set ablaze by them." The Little Sparrow tilted her head and shot him a sidelong glance, her words carrying a trace of resentment.
It was as if she were saying, I'm here taking care of these little brats for you, while you run off to enjoy yourself. You're utterly shameless!
Wu Chu gave a light cough and released his Divine Sense. He immediately understood what had happened.
"Speak! Why did you burn that Flower Mountain? Those Little Flower Fairies are so adorable. Not only do they take you out to play, they tell you stories and play games with you. They treat you so well, so how could you bear to burn the thing they loved most?"
Hearing