The village chief put down his chopsticks. Although his youngest daughter was young, both children took after their mother and were both smart. They never fell asleep with the windows open.
The only surprise was that the immortals came yesterday.
Having been turned away by the immortals several times before, he was still somewhat worried, even though the immortals seemed kind this time.
The village chief stood up and, under the mother and daughter's questioning gazes, quickly walked to his younger daughter's room, took out a key from his pocket, and unlocked the door.
"Er Ya, Er Ya, wake up."
The village chief lowered his voice and gently nudged his youngest daughter's hand. Seeing that the second daughter had woken up in a daze, the village chief couldn't help but smile lovingly before straightening his expression.
"Er Ya, why didn't you close the window last night?"
Er Ya was extremely sleepy. She rubbed her eyes with her chubby little hands and mumbled in a soft, sweet voice, "Last night... last night I saw a fairy sister. The fairy sister was so beautiful, and she even hugged me..."
"Hehe, the fairy sister is so gentle, and she said that Er Ya is not a monster."
The little girl giggled as she spoke, pouting and opening her arms to ask her father for a hug.
The village chief patted her head and picked up his youngest daughter, his gaze somewhat complicated.
Previously, cultivators from the Hehuan Sect and the neighboring city had visited their village and seen the villagers who had become strange due to the river.
Even though their expressions were indifferent, their disdain and contempt were undeniable.
So this time, when he heard people in the city talking about the annual examination for disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect, which would involve exterminating evil spirits everywhere, he instructed the villagers to hide first, and then decide whether to come out after the immortals agreed to help.
They just wanted to persuade the immortals not to hate them, and they just wanted someone to save their village and their daughter.
"Dad, why aren't you saying anything? Did Er Ya scare the fairy sister?" Er Ya was quiet for a while, and then her clear black and white eyes suddenly filled with tears. She hugged her father's neck in fear.
Aunt Wang had been waiting behind the father and daughter for a while. Seeing this, she went up and patted the little girl's back with heartache.
"Probably not. Immortals are not only beautiful, but they also seem to have a good and gentle temperament, like Guanyin Bodhisattva. Yesterday, she even held our Da Ya's hand. Before, those immortals seemed to think we were dirty if they even touched us. Why would they touch us on their own initiative?"
Aunt Wang sighed, and Daya nodded in agreement, comforting her younger sister, "I saw it yesterday. Fairy Sister was so, so kind. When she told me not to eat too much cold food, her tone was as gentle as a mother's. I didn't hear any dislike in her voice at all."
Er Ya, crying, suddenly froze, staring longingly at her sister. "Why did the fairy sister only hold my sister's hand? She must hate me, waaaaah—"
That's how children are—naive and unreasonable, yet they can be both funny and exasperating.
He was already holding her in his arms, but he was still thinking about not holding her hand.
After Song Tingwan finished refining the pill, she casually scanned the surroundings with her divine sense and found that the village chief's family was next door. She had no intention of disturbing them, but she didn't expect to hear the second girl crying loudly, suspecting that she was disliked.
Helpless, she randomly picked one of the ten pills she had refined, put it in a medicine bottle, and went to the next room with light and slow steps.
"Why do you still make pills for our Er Ya? It's so annoying." The voice was soft and gentle, making the whole family turn around to look.
The immortal stood backlit at the entrance, his figure slender yet graceful, each step seemingly treading on clouds. His eyes were like autumn waters, and there was always a faint smile on his lips, exuding composure and elegance.
Beauty lies in its form, and intoxication in its autumn-water-like eyes.
They seemed to truly see a deity riding on clouds, bathed in light, his eyes capable of controlling all things, his gentle smile offering salvation to humanity.
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