Rather than letting him continue like this, we should exchange information.
"As far as I know, what I know is not the same as what you know."
Song Tingwan turned her back and looked back, her expression solemn and serious.
The redness at the corner of her eyes was faintly visible.
Song Chaoxuan dropped his joking expression, his gaze sweeping over his two daughters before finally settling on his eldest daughter.
"Where is Ayao?"
Does she know any of this?
Song Tingwan walked over slowly, shaking her head very slightly.
In contrast, Song Siyao looked on with a puzzled expression.
What do you know?
Why could she not understand what her father and older sister were saying?
Song Chaoxuan frowned slightly and asked his eldest daughter for her opinion.
Should we let Ayao know?
Song Tingwan's answer was to nod.
"Ayao has the right to know."
Instead of being pushed around by them.
The father and daughter reached an agreement, and Song Tingwan sat down again next to A Yao.
Both of them had solemn expressions, and Song Tingwan spoke first after careful consideration.
“Ayao, I and my father (@$$$+)..." envision the future.
Song Tingwan: ?
Why was the rest of the sentence muted?
The woman opened her mouth, then, as if questioning her own existence, called out again, "Ah Yao."
It can make sounds.
"What's wrong, sister?"
Song Siyao was puzzled as to why she and her father fell silent after finishing their conversation.
Seeing this, Song Chaoxuan smiled helplessly and sighed wearily as he poured tea.
"..."
Song Tingwan frowned, glanced out the window, and tried again.
But he still opened his mouth as if to speak, yet no sound came out.
They even banned her from speaking.
Undeterred, she tried several more times, but ultimately failed.
Song Tingwan gritted her teeth in a huff and, like her little apprentice, drank the tea in one gulp.
Damn the ways of Heaven.
They won't even let people talk about it.
The eldest daughter was furious, and Song Chaoxuan chuckled softly.
Looking at his thoughtful youngest daughter, a wooden sword suddenly appeared in his hand, seemingly out of place at this moment.
"After finishing my work yesterday, I casually whittled a wooden sword to play with?"
Song Siyao's sword was still with Song Xunyue. These days, she was carrying a wooden sword that she had casually carved herself, but it broke faster than she could carve it.
She and Wanqiji then spent their days collecting tree branches on the mountain to use as weapons.
Surprised, Song Siyao took the wooden sword and then saw that it was carved with many patterns, polished smooth, and adorned with jade pendants and tassels.
A warmth filled my heart; the moment I held the sword, I knew it wasn't made of ordinary wood.
"This is…?"
Song Tingwan sullenly drank her tea, glancing at the two of them, still angry to herself.
"We keep many spiritual creatures at home, and the wood they bring down—cough cough—is something you can't buy outside."
Spirits are the best judges of things, and they often bring him down treasures from heaven and earth.
That wood was the rare Nine Heavens Thunder-Attracting Wood.
The magical artifacts made from this wood can destroy all evil spirits.
Song Siyao played with it for a while, and it felt very nice.
Her eyes brightened slightly as she looked at him. "Thank you, Father."
She liked it very much.
Song Chaoxuan chuckled to himself, thinking that if it weren't so inappropriate, he would definitely have shown off to Awan.
The old father smiled indulgently, and another object appeared in his hand.
"From the same piece of wood, I made a pill box for Awan. I put some high-grade pills in it to prevent spiritual energy from leaking out."
A palm-sized box carved with magnolia blossoms was handed over. Song Tingwan looked at her father sullenly, suppressing her dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Dao, and forced a smile as she accepted it.
"Thank you, Father."
It's neither salty nor bland.
Song Chaoxuan let out a cry of "Ouch!"
This time he's not calling me "Dad" again, it's not like he forbids me from saying it.
"Why are you taking your anger out on me?"
Song Chaoxuan smiled and then let out a long sigh.
He stood up, brushed his sleeves aside, and walked to her side, raising his hand gently.
I gently touched the top of their daughter Awan's head.
"Little fairy, don't be angry. Even if everything gets in your way, your father will face it together with you."
Song Siyao twirled his sword, revealing a sharp edge on the wooden blade. "Father, elder sister, though I do not know what you left unsaid, I will stand with you."
No matter how dangerous or difficult, being together as a family always brings more fearless courage.
Song Tingwan curled her lips, looked at her father and Ayao, and her gaze softened, "I understand."
Ah Yao is an insider; how could Heaven allow her to know everything?
She could just sit at home and let her temper run wild in front of her father and sister, and even if she sulked, someone would comfort her.
This also made her relax and let herself throw tantrums.
There was also resentment.
But I also know the helplessness of life.
"Take a closer look at that wooden box when you have time and see if you like it." Song Chaoxuan slowly walked to the window.
The sun was shining brightly outside. He turned back against the light, as if he were hidden in the darkness, his eyes filled with kindness.
"Go have fun, they're waiting for you."
Song Siyao sensed something was amiss. "Father, my sister and I will keep you company for a little more tea."
Song Tingwan remained silent, gripping the wooden box her father had carved tightly in her hand.
Suddenly, she heard a rolling sound inside the wooden box as she moved it, and she looked up abruptly.
Song Chaoxuan smiled at them, especially at Song Tingwan, and said, "Go out."
Song Siyao frowned and remained motionless, while Song Tingwan, sensing something, led the person outside.
The two of them had just stepped outside.
The door was closed from the inside by spiritual energy, as if to shoo away guests.
"Father..." Today is so strange.
Song Tingwan shook her head at her, released her hand, and opened the magnolia flower box with trembling hands.
The four walls inside the box are engraved with dense and complex runes, flickering and fading.
Her pupils dilated, and she closed her eyes under her sister's puzzled gaze, her consciousness instantly entering the talisman.
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