The city lord also noticed it and, disregarding the scorching heat of the strange fire, went inside, trying to persuade it to leave with words.
In front of the strange fire, the divine stone affectionately rubbed against the city lord.
The city lord was pleasantly surprised; this was the first time the divine stone had responded to him.
It was as if a child was pleading with him for help, feeling wronged.
So he hardened his heart and decided to drive away the strange fire.
Different kinds of fire have different ways of thinking than humans.
It just felt that this person was going to steal its treasure.
It was angry.
The fire engulfed the unsuspecting city.
After the young cultivator finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.
The destruction of the entire city silenced countless people.
The long-absent large-scale tragedy has made people realize that a calamity may indeed be slowly approaching.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, a sense of crisis rising within them.
In the quiet atmosphere, Song Tingwan looked down at the aggrieved child and asked softly, "Do you want to go with them? Or, I can send you to the First Sect, where you can grow up slowly and learn a lot of skills."
She believed that the child she and Ayao sent there would not be bullied.
Just like a little fish, it grows rapidly to a height that ordinary people can hardly reach.
Little A-Nan looked at the familiar uncle in front of her, and then snuggled closer to him in her arms.
She used to sit in her father's lap and have seen most of the uncles and aunts in front of her.
Some even gave her boxes and boxes of toys, and would take her to buy delicious candy.
But she…
"...Sister, can I come with you?"
The little girl, her eyes brimming with tears, carefully clutched her sleeve.
Suddenly, a huge change occurred, and when she woke up, she was in the arms of this gentle older sister.
Song Tingwan was surprised for a moment, but Song Siyao accepted it well. She reached out and rubbed the little guy's head.
"You have good taste."
Her older sister always seemed to easily put people at ease.
This is how she was back then.
The same goes for the little girl I've only known for less than an hour.
The cultivators who had offered to adopt the child retreated sheepishly, drawing ridicule from those with ulterior motives.
"How kind of you! You didn't expect that, did you? You're actually trying to curry favor with someone even more powerful."
Whether you follow the Goddess and the Sword Saint, or go to the Sword Sect, it's better than following these rogue cultivators.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan felt the little girl clench her sleeves tightly, and she looked over.
The little girl watched them being mocked, and tears streamed down her face.
Her small hands gripped her sleeves even tighter.
He seemed at a loss.
Song Tingwan patted her back reassuringly and smiled at the others, saying, "The city lord is kind-hearted, and I can't bear to see the little one suffer in the future, but she also needs someone to take care of her. Whether or not Xiao Anan chooses the Sword Inquiry Sect, if any of you are willing, you can join the sect together."
Do you want to follow her?
The child is pitiful.
But she has a lot to do, with close friends by her side, and she also needs to reserve a spot for her baby in her arms.
Those people were overjoyed.
Being able to join the top sect is naturally a million times better than being a rogue cultivator.
They instinctively looked at Song Siyao.
After all, Song Siyao is the sect leader's beloved little disciple, and his influence in the sect is considerable.
Song Siyao nodded to them in a friendly manner.
These people are of good character.
The cultivation resources of independent cultivators are scarce, yet they have managed to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, which suggests they have worked very hard.
The eldest disciple would be happy to accept such a disciple.
The little one in Song Tingwan's arms couldn't quite understand what she was saying.
Song Tingwan hugged her and laughed, then walked towards the disciples sent by the Sword Inquiry Sect.
As they walked, they explained gently to the child.
"Thank you for your kind words, little girl, but I can't take you with me. My sister and I are going to a very, very far place, and we will encounter many dangers along the way."
“Little Anan, would you like to go to the sect of the older sister next to you? The older brothers and sisters there are all very powerful, and no one will bully you. The uncles and aunts you know will also join the sect with you.”
"If your parents were still alive, they probably wouldn't refuse this arrangement."
This was the best arrangement Song Tingwan could make for the little girl, within her capabilities.
The city lord was kind-hearted and wanted to protect the city, as well as the sacred stone.
But he suffered a tragic accident.
His orphans deserve to be treated well.
Of course, Song Tingwan wouldn't let the strange fire that caused all of this remain peacefully in the Ten Thousand Year Cold Marrow.
Everything in the world has its counterpart, and there's always a way to overcome it. Keep trying, and you'll find a solution.
On that day, all the cultivators went to the neighboring city to rest.
The city lord's daughter was quite attached to Song Tingwan, so she decided to let the little girl follow her for the time being.
I'll hand it over to the disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect when I leave tomorrow.
The little girl was held in her arms the whole time, and she was coaxed and asked questions in a soft voice while eating.
Song Siyao's lips grew increasingly flatter as she looked at him.
But she couldn't possibly argue with a child.
Moreover, the child had just lost both parents, so he was quite pitiful.
Song Siyao held back and didn't say a word.
In the evening, Song Tingwan finished washing up for the little girl and was cuddling her while drying her hair.
Song Siyao didn't say anything and silently went to wash up.
After she had put the child to sleep, she turned around and saw her younger sister with wet hair walking up to her without saying a word, staring at her expectantly.
Song Tingwan suddenly felt a pang of tenderness, finding her younger sister's sullen face and tantrum quite adorable.
The most reliable leader of swordsmanship outside, the youngest sword saint, is actually jealous of a young girl.
"Ayao, come here."
Song Tingwan sat on the edge of the bed and gently waved to her younger sister.
Song Siyao, who had been keeping a long face, couldn't help but smile and obediently sat down in front of her older sister.
Song Tingwan sat on the edge of the bed, and she sat on the floor without thinking.
It made it easier for her older sister to dry her hair.
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