A few days later.
Less than two days before the clan festival.
With most matters settled, Song Chaoxuan finally rested.
I had a meal with the two sisters and their friends who had come from afar, and then left my two daughters behind for tea.
The family had something to talk about, and Baili Xijiang and the others tactfully withdrew.
After thoughtfully moving a little further away, Baili Xijiang adopted his master's style and set up a tea set in a place where they could see it at a glance when they came out.
What are you doing?
Qin Xi bent down to the side, watching him clumsily imitate Wan'er's tea-making.
The result was that tea was splashed everywhere.
"Wait for my master and sister."
Baili Xijiang ignored her and continued fiddling with the unfamiliar and unruly tea set.
"Why do I find it so pleasing to the eye when Master uses it? I just..."
He slapped his hand dismissively, adopting his usual focused posture while refining pills, which made him appear somewhat more composed.
Qin Xi couldn't bear to watch, so he pushed aside and did it himself.
Wanqiji sat down in front of them and said with a smile, "Baili is at least better than me."
"You two, you'd better not get involved, just wait to drink."
Qin Xi didn't miss a single one, but gave Aji, who wasn't much better, a disdainful look.
With hands moving non-stop, the tea aroma wafts through the air as fingertips turn the tea leaves.
"I didn't know you had this skill."
Baili Xijiang looked at her, resting his chin on his hand.
Although he didn't know much about tea tasting, Qin Yuanyuan was actually quite good at appreciating beauty.
"Everyone's like you guys—"
Qin Xi rolled her eyes at him, then turned and poured Wan Qiji a cup of tea with a smile. "Qiji, have a taste. My tea isn't as good as Wan'er's. I don't know if you like it."
She casually tugged at Baili Xijiang, asking him to set out two more cups, so that no matter when someone came out, they could pour a cup and leave it there.
The three of them sat together leisurely, drinking tea.
Inside the house, the father and his two daughters were also drinking tea.
The familiar aroma of tea, but the person brewing it is different.
The spiritual tea was made by Song Tingwan. Song Chaoxuan sat alone on one side, while his sisters sat opposite him.
"After being busy for several days in a row, I can finally rest and talk to you all."
Song Chaoxuan brewed tea while smiling at his two adorable daughters.
"Father still remembers us."
“My sister was giving health checkups to the people of our tribe recently, and I was practicing swordsmanship.”
One playfully scolded, while the other obediently told him what he had been doing lately.
Song Chaoxuan was pleased, "The clan ceremony is busy, so I just happened to want to talk to you about it today."
The two sisters straightened up and waited for what was to come.
"The Yunyin Clan Festival is held once every hundred years. It is intended to listen to the will of Heaven and give thanks to the Heavenly Way. After the festival, the heavens send down sweet rain. This is a blessing that belongs only to our Yunyin."
"At that time, the clansmen will go to the open space and be baptized by the sweet rain, and their cultivation level will be raised to a higher level. Tell the three children outside to remember not to hide under the eaves."
Listen to the will of Heaven, and be grateful for the way of Heaven.
Song Tingwan lowered her eyes in mockery.
Fate decreed that they would die in seclusion.
The Way of Heaven is also useless.
Thunder roared from the sky.
The sound of exclamations from the villagers outside startled them.
Song Siyao got up, opened the window, and looked up at the sky.
It was sunny and cloudless, with no sign of rain.
She was the only one who was worried, while the father and daughter sipped their tea. One was indifferent, while the other curled his lips and looked at his rebellious eldest daughter.
"Ayao, there's no need to worry about it. The clan sacrifice is approaching, and perhaps the Heavenly Dao heard us mention Him."
Song Siyao hummed in agreement, then turned and sat back down next to her older sister. "What do you need me to do for the clan ceremony?"
Song Siyao had never participated in the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven before.
"Don't be nervous, Father will take care of everything. We'll just watch from the sidelines."
When Song Tingwan heard her clansmen mention the clan festivals of previous years, she realized that only her father was busy, so she felt no more burdened.
Song Siyao nodded knowingly.
"However, Father, I need to say a few words to everyone after the clan festival."
"I will go see the clan chief tomorrow and tell him the reason."
Upon hearing her mention summoning everyone back to the clan, Song Chaoxuan raised an eyebrow, put down his teacup, and said gently, "I have already spoken to the clan chief."
Song Tingwan paused, her hand holding the teacup still, and frowned as she looked at her elderly father.
Although still thin, her complexion was rosy and she seemed to be in good spirits.
Suddenly, she paused, put down her teacup, and got up to walk to his side.
Spiritual energy enters the body.
It gently traveled through his body.
Song Chaoxuan helplessly let her examine him, saying, "Awan, you know your father."
He's the kind of person who worries a lot.
Song Siyao didn't dare to say a word.
But when faced with her elderly father pleading for help, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
Song Tingwan withdrew her spiritual energy and the divine sense she had quietly released, and gave her younger sister a reproachful look.
Song Siyao lowered his head and coughed lightly, then obediently drank his tea.
Incidentally, she gave her father an apologetic look from an angle that her older sister didn't notice.
It was my first time saving a situation, so I wasn't very skilled.
Song Chaoxuan looked at his youngest daughter with a suppressed laugh.
"You're still laughing? Tell me, how many things did you divine before I came back? You're so weak, and you're still using Qi-tonifying pills like crazy. Do you even want to keep your body?"
Song Tingwan couldn't help but get angry.
They stopped drinking tea, turned around, and stood by the window with their backs to them.
She tried to hold back, but couldn't help getting her eyelashes wet.
Even at the risk of damaging their health, they still performed divination for them.
What else could it be for?
Song Tingwan crossed her arms and looked at the azure sky, listening to the two people behind her who were so quiet it was as if there wasn't a sound.
Without a doubt, the two were exchanging glances.
Before they could speak, Song Tingwan took a deep breath: "Father, how much do you know?"
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