Bai Xuanling seemed to have come to Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge simply to see Xie Lingyu and Qinghe.
She sipped the tea Chen Baiqing had left behind and began bringing up amusing stories from Lingyu's past, as though reminiscing about days gone by.
Xie Lingyu's expression wavered at first, but a glance around revealed that only their own people remained-most importantly, Chu Xingchen's disciples were absent.
After all, she and Chu Xingchen belonged to the same generation. If the juniors heard certain things, their next meeting would inevitably be a little awkward.
Looking at the rare gentleness in her master's expression, Xie Lingyu hesitated briefly, then suppressed her slight embarrassment and quietly listened to stories of her past mishaps.
The pot of tea in Chu Xingchen's hands seemed to have been emptied in no time at all.
Perhaps Bai Xuanling drank quickly, or perhaps Lingyu's childhood mishaps really were entertaining.
"Before Lingyu, I'd never raised anything, nor did I think I could keep anything alive. Back then, I only felt that life was fragile. Even without anyone meddling, it would pass away for all sorts of reasons." Holding her teacup, Bai Xuanling smiled and continued,
"Back then, I thought I couldn't even raise a spirit pet, so I was rather at a loss when I took Lingyu in."
"Perhaps I wasn't a qualified master, but I unexpectedly raised a fine disciple."
"Perhaps I might have more talent for teaching disciples."
Xie Lingyu looked straight at her and said sincerely, "I've always thought you were a very good master."
Bai Xuanling's smile deepened. "Lingyu's learned to flatter people too."
"I haven't," Xie Lingyu answered firmly.
Qinghe looked at the two of them. She could naturally tell that something was clearly wrong with Granny Bai, who had suddenly become talkative and rather