"Alright, Little Flame, stop complaining. Life is about going through setbacks. Nothing is ever perfect."
Xiao Yao chuckled, then took Qing Lin's hand and said softly, "Qing Lin, this is my teacher. You may call him Grandmaster. Go greet your Grandmaster."
"Greetings, Grandmaster. My name is Qing Lin." Qing Lin obediently stepped forward with a sweet smile.
"Isn't this the little girl from the Tagore Desert? Little Yao, you actually abducted her. I suppose you know about her special talent. No wonder you took her as your disciple. In just a year and a half, she has reached Dou Wang. It's clear you taught her with great care." Yao Lao narrowed his eyes, seeming to see straight through Qing Lin, and smiled faintly.
Then, Yao Lao looked at Qing Lin with a smile, his eyes full of approval. "Little girl, you are exceptionally gifted and so sensible. If you need any cultivation resources in the future, just tell me."
"Thank you for your kindness, Grandmaster, but Qing Lin probably won't need any. Master will prepare everything for me." Qing Lin smiled and shook her head, then looked at Xiao Yao with a trace of tenderness in her eyes.
"Qing Lin, don't refuse Teacher's kindness. There's no need to trouble Teacher for resources below Seventh-Grade Pills, but Eighth- or Ninth-Grade Pills? Teacher can refine those for you to eat like candy." Xiao Yao rubbed Qing Lin's little head and smiled softly.
Yao Lao gave an awkward laugh. "Little Yao, you really dare to say that. Eighth- and Ninth-Grade Pills? Do you think they're cabbages by the roadside? Are they that cheap? If I could recover my body, then as long as there were medicinal ingredients, I could still refine Eighth-Grade Pills for the girl to eat like candy. But in my