The woman laughed and said, "That's more like it. If you don't take her to see the immortal elder, how will you know what her aptitude is?"
“Mother, I will definitely take her with me. Even if I can’t let her stay at the mountain gate, I will have Master give her a name and entrust her to a good family,” Lu Ming promised.
The woman's eyes dimmed slightly, and she murmured softly, "It would be better to keep her by my side. Who knows what kind of family would take her in?"
"Mother, what did you say?" Lu Ming didn't hear clearly and asked again.
"It's alright." The woman shook her head. "I'll go cook some porridge for your grandma with the rice you brought back, and then feed this little girl some. She hasn't been eating enough these past two days."
Although the little girl didn't cry or fuss, she knew how much a normal child of this age should eat. The little girl was eating far too little and looked too thin.
Lu Ming had only stayed at home for an afternoon and was about to leave. He held the soft, tiny baby in his arms, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Although this little one looks ugly, how can someone so small and weak survive when you actually hold her in your arms?
Lu Ming was extremely worried about the little guy.
Back at the Floating Dream Sect, Lu Ming carrying the little girl was undoubtedly a striking sight. Some looked down on him, while others were willing to befriend him.
"Junior Brother Lu, what are you carrying in your arms? Bring it back so we can see it!" Meng Ting blocked the way, holding a sword in both hands and a blade of grass in his mouth.
"What do you want?" Lu Ming took a few steps back, looking at him warily. "Senior Brother Meng, I haven't done anything to you this time, why do you have to pick a fight with me?"
"Who told you to look so unpleasant?" Meng Ting said lazily. What reason could one have to dislike someone? Didn't Master say that cultivators don't need that pretense of benevolence?
His dislike for Lu Ming was openly acknowledged; the entire Floating Dream Sect knew this.
"Senior Brother Meng, my master has also said that private duels are forbidden within the sect. Are you openly defying this prohibition?"
"A ban? Such a requirement would only be useful to someone of your caliber." Meng Ting looked down on Lu Ming, who was just a country bumpkin whose talent was far inferior to his own people, yet he managed to become the disciple of Elder He, whom he had originally favored.
As Meng Ting spoke, her sword was already drawn, slashing straight at Lu Ming. Although Lu Ming was only a beginner, his dodging skills had improved considerably due to years of being bullied by these people. Normally, he could easily dodge without getting hurt, but now that she was holding a child, he was immediately at a disadvantage and almost got slashed several times.
"Meng Ting, what are you doing!" A loud shout rang out from the other side, and the next second a man with a full black beard moved in front of him. He grabbed Meng Ting and said with exasperation, "How many times have you told me? As his senior brother, can't you give in to him a little? We're all from the same sect, is it necessary to be so petty?"
Meng Ting glared angrily at Lu Ming, then said to the man with a grin, "Master, I wasn't being silly. I just noticed that my junior brother brought an extra bundle up the mountain this time, and I wanted to see what was inside. But he wouldn't let me, so I just teased him a little. It's not as serious as you're making it out to be."
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