Song Chaoxuan's daughter smiled slightly and said gently, "Look, Father has plenty of good things, he doesn't lack spirit stones and flowers, you should take them back quickly."
He had no spirit stones left, so he couldn't give them to his daughter. He could only desperately try to prove that he didn't lack good things.
Whether she sensed her father's slight embarrassment or not, Song Siyao suppressed a laugh but still handed the ring to her father.
“My father and older sister both love these little ones, and I can’t fall behind.”
“My father will feed them for me.”
The little creatures in the garden were running around everywhere. Song Chaoxuan stared blankly at his youngest daughter, feeling comforted.
They eventually accepted it.
"Okay, Daddy will feed you."
After a slight sob, the old father waved his hand and said, "Did you hear that, little ones? It was given to me by my youngest daughter."
A bunch of spirits of various shapes bowed their heads, chattering and babbling thank you.
I couldn't understand a single word.
Song Siyao smiled and, imitating his father, took out a few spirit stones to feed the little ones at his feet.
Song Chaoxuan looked at her with affection, then squatted down and fed them with the spirit stones she had given him.
The garden suddenly felt exceptionally warm and inviting.
In a corner of the garden, three heads hid behind a pillar, peeking furtively.
"How wonderful!"
Qin Xi couldn't help but sigh, feeling a bit nostalgic for her father back home. She decided to perform a spiritual vision on him later.
Baili Xijiang rested his chin on his hand and leaned against Aji, saying, "It's a pity that Master is still in seclusion."
Otherwise, a family of three would be even more cozy.
Wanqiji remembered his maternal grandfather from the Demon Clan; among the treasure vaults from last time, there were also communication talismans.
On a whim, he called to inquire whether the other party was safe.
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Another two weeks have passed.
The door, which had been tightly closed for a long time, clicked open.
Baili Xijiang, who was dozing on the steps by the door, suddenly woke up and turned around after a moment of stunned silence.
"Master—"
Just as Xiaolong got up happily, his face lit up with joy, he saw his master swaying and leaning against the door frame, his face as pale as if he were seriously injured.
"Master!"
He panicked and immediately came over to support her.
Incidentally, she hurriedly poured out a Rejuvenation Pill and carefully gave it to her master.
Song Tingwan's expression softened a little.
"...Take me to see the clan chief."
Song Tingwan took a deep breath and tried to stand firm.
As the clouds in the sky gradually condensed, her expression changed. Without saying anything, she grabbed his arm and quickly asked him to take her away.
Baili Xijiang nervously swallowed, then her hand suddenly went empty; her little apprentice had vanished, and the courtyard before her was suddenly shrouded in shadow—
"Master, come—"
In the air, the majestic and furious black dragon lowered its head.
After her initial surprise, Song Tingwan smiled slightly. "Find the clan leader and take him to the forbidden area."
The black dragon's spiritual energy transformed into a cloud of mist, which Song Tingwan stepped onto, and then it was carefully placed on her head.
A woman stood gracefully between the dragon's horns.
With a frail figure, he arrived at Song Hexi's residence in the blink of an eye.
With a flick of its claws, the pavilion shattered, and the clan leader was precisely gripped in its claws.
"You young dragon! How dare you be so disrespectful!"
Song Hexi, furious, shoved the storybook into his robes and was about to punish the audacious little dragon cub when he heard a clear, melodious voice explaining amidst the fierce wind beside his ear:
"It's me."
"Clan leader, the tribulation is approaching. Please help me open the gate to the forbidden area."
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