When Song Tingwan came out of the room, she was about to give a box of tonic pills to her little apprentice.
Turning around, he learned of the group of people who were causing trouble with their father's indulgence.
Helpless, Song Tingwan found her busy father and scooped up the little rascals who were splashing around in the crowd.
Little Ao turned around in confusion, and after recognizing its owner, it pawed out and opened its little mouth.
"Are you joining in this nonsense too?" Song Tingwan tapped the little guy's head, her voice soft and helpless.
The little tiger let out a roar and pounced into her arms, nuzzling and acting cute.
The woman helplessly patted the dust off its body. Her elderly father, having finished what he was doing, walked up to her with an embarrassed smile.
"Ah Wan, are you done with your work? Do you want to find Ah Yao? She and Ah Ji are practicing swordsmanship in the back mountain."
Song Tingwan deliberately remained silent, hugging the soft little white tiger and staring at him blankly.
"Cough cough, it's just a mountain."
Song Chaoxuan coughed lightly twice, his gaze drifting away.
Seeing her father's expression, she pouted, "Yes, yes, it's just cutting down a mountain. Everyone in the clan is saying that Father spoils A-Yao."
It's both frustrating and funny.
The old father didn't take these words seriously; instead, he looked at his eldest daughter with pride.
So, because of this matter, A Yao has become a little closer to him these past few days.
It's truly lamentable that this elderly father has stooped so low as to compete for affection with his eldest daughter.
Song Tingwan smiled and shook her head at him, "I'll go find Ayao."
Let her see, Ah Yao has a father now, why does she still need her as her older sister?
Surrounded by green mountains, it is difficult to climb up.
Song Tingwan walked to a wide open space in the alley, searched for a long time, and then released a spirit butterfly from her mustard seed space.
A fluorescent purple butterfly circled around her fingertip before landing on the ground and slowly growing larger.
A woman carrying a tiger perches on a large, fluttering moth, rising with the wind and flying towards the green mountains.
Her black hair flew in the wind, and after a while, she stopped halfway up a mountain where swords and spears were flying everywhere.
The fluttering of the butterfly's wings stopped the two sparring partners in their tracks.
"Sister!"
"Is Wan'er finished with her work?"
As they finished their stance with the wooden sword and staff, the fairy butterfly flew towards them.
As it landed, it hugged the ground and slowly shrank. When it turned back into a tiny spirit butterfly, Song Tingwan stepped down and casually put the spirit butterfly away.
"Come and see what those two who cut down the mountain are doing."
She smiled, and Xiao Ao squatted in her arms, tilting his head and pointing with his little paws.
Awooooo.
The master is right.
"You haven't been much easier to deal with either." Seeing the movement in her arms, Song Tingwan lowered her eyes and gave the fluffy little guy a disapproving look.
With slender fingertips, a small dent was poked into the fur on its body.
"Sister—"
Song Siyao called out shyly, and Wan Qiji stood awkwardly behind her, not daring to look her friend in the eye.
Song Tingwan chuckled, "Alright, these mountains are useless anyway, so let's just cut them down."
"You guys keep practicing, and come to my yard for tea later this afternoon."
Having said that, he didn't disturb them or summon the spirit butterfly again. Instead, he strolled leisurely down the winding mountain path.
A refreshing and invigorating aura swept over her, but it seemed to encounter an impenetrable wall, unable to penetrate the slender woman's dantian.
Her brows relaxed, and she reached out to catch a wisp of aggrieved spiritual energy, gently waving it away to disperse it between heaven and earth.
Wait for her a little longer.
There's always a way.
Whether it's her physical condition or her irreversible fate.
The woman looked up at the sky, her gaze gentle yet resolute.
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Song Tingwan caught Qin Yuanyuan in a jewelry shop.
At that time, she was following behind a haughty and arrogant woman, holding up a pile of exquisite jewelry and giggling incessantly.
Is this another instance of my obsession with good looks?
She suppressed a laugh and watched for a moment before the woman being chased by Qin Xi to give her jewelry turned around.
The familiar face surprised Song Tingwan.
When she looked at the other person, the girl also happened to look over.
"Hey, Wan'er, are you done with your work?"
Upon seeing her, Qin Xi put down what she was holding, lifted her skirt, and smiled as she moved closer to her.
Of all the beauties in the world, Wan'er is number one!
"snort."
Song Tingwan glared reproachfully at Qin Yuanyuan, who was infatuated with beauty, but then saw the girl walk up to her with her arms crossed, clearly unhappy.
"I've been waiting for you for days, and you didn't even tell me you were coming out."
Qin Xi held Song Tingwan's hand and looked at the two beautiful women with different styles with a puzzled expression, "Are you two very familiar with each other?"
Song Tingwan smiled and nodded to the other person, "We have a pretty good relationship."
"I'm not familiar with her at all."
They both answered at the same time.
The answers, however, are different.
Qin Xi looked at it with suspicion, but firmly believed Wan'er's words, "Sure enough, beauties play with each other, just like I play with Wan'er, hehe."
She grinned foolishly, and the girl gave her a disdainful look before saying to Song Tingwan, "How did you end up with such a silly friend?"
"My friends are all lovely."
Song Tingwan looked at the other person with a smile.
As the three were talking, several Yunyin clan members walked in from outside and greeted Song Tingwan happily.
“We harvested quite a few spiritual plants when we went out, but we heard that you have been refining pills behind closed doors and have handed everything over to the High Priest.”
"Thank you. I will organize the pills tomorrow and send you some gifts as a token of my gratitude."
Song Tingwan has a pretty good relationship with most of the younger generation of disciples in Yunyin.
In essence, it's a resource exchange.
But initially, they did not ask for anything in return.
Song Tingwan felt embarrassed, so she would give them some pills in return each time.
"Oh, Mi Qiu didn't hand it in. She said she wanted to give it to you herself."
Some people, aware of their awkward relationship, chuckled and teased them.
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