Russell glanced at Carpenter. "You haven't been very friendly toward me lately, little sister."
"The fact that I can still speak to you calmly is proof of how broad-minded I am." Carpenter gave a cold laugh. "I'm already used to differences in talent, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that.
"But why can you even write faster than me? And write so well, too?"
Russell hesitated for several seconds, but he still answered seriously, "Maybe it's because I'm talented?"
The irritated Carpenter suddenly raised her head to look at her brother, her face plainly asking, What the hell are you talking about?
Then, under Russell's earnest gaze, she slowly came back to her senses... During the early apprentice stage, meditation time was limited.
Because he was talented and couldn't overstrain his Mental Sea, Russell really had had plenty of free time during that period.
Carpenter looked at her brother as though he were insane. "You actually practiced writing? At eight years old?
"Didn't you have any time for fun?"
"Writing is great!" Russell replied earnestly. "It calms me down and is perfect for easing the fatigue after meditation.
"Besides, didn't we have to practice basic physical training every day?
"We were already so tired. Why go outside?"
Carpenter rolled her eyes viciously. "Maybe because I was innocent and pure and just wanted to play?"
Russell still did not quite understand. "If you had that much energy, wouldn't it be better to practice more physical training?
"It helps stabilize the Mental Sea!"
Carpenter lowered her head and continued copying. From behind her fallen hair, she gave her brother a deeply contemptuous look. "Brother with no childhood, don't talk to me."
Russell blinked. Though he still did not quite understand why Carpenter was angry, the ever-wise him chose to keep