The old man kept talking, as if he wanted to peek out and see Song Tingwan.
Song Siyao smiled calmly, "She has her own plans."
"These are for keeping warm, take them all."
After a moment, Song Tingwan rummaged around and brought out a pile of magical artifacts.
These are magical artifacts that are more difficult to forge than ordinary magical artifacts and require a large amount of spiritual energy to use.
Others would give these things one by one, but Song Tingwan gave them to her in heaps.
Even the powerful old man from ten thousand years ago couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to ask her where these came from?"
While obediently putting away all the magical artifacts to meet Song Tingwan's gaze, Song Siyao shook his head inwardly and replied to the old man's words.
"She has her own methods."
Everyone has secrets. Just like Song Tingwan and her father never asked her how she cultivated her inner energy during those years of wandering, or who was always giving her pointers.
"And this too. I gave you a Rejuvenation Pill before, but I was afraid you would save it and not use it. Take this one, the Bone Regeneration Pill. If you take it, you can regenerate your bones and mend your meridians, and buy some more time."
Song Siyao paused, realizing that the old man with the jade pendant had sworn to believe her. If she remembered correctly, it was an eighth-grade Life-Generating Pill.
"...Where did it come from?"
Even though she told the old man that Song Tingwan had her own methods, the eighth-grade pill—
It's quite frightening that they took it out so easily.
The courtyard was empty, and the petals slowly swirled down.
Song Tingwan smiled and moved closer to her, her voice extremely soft as she laughed, "I made it."
He chuckled casually, with a hint of mischief in his smile.
The Rejuvenation Pill is a ninth-grade pill obtained from the Medical Ancestor's Secret Realm. With her current abilities, she has only collected a few spiritual plants for refining ninth-grade pills. After leaving the Secret Realm, she has never refined a ninth-grade pill again.
After she finished speaking, she released the person and tilted her head slightly to see her younger sister's reaction.
Song Siyao's pupils trembled slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.
Grade 8 pill.
It even surpassed the Dan Saint.
The elder of Fuqu Peak in the Sword Inquiry Sect also firmly held his position as a peak elder with the strength of an eighth-grade pill.
Moreover, Song Tingwan is only twenty years old.
"So you joined the Sword Inquiry Sect to keep me company?"
Song Tingwan had expected her to be shocked, and she had also expected her to be angry about the things she had been hiding, but she never expected her to ask this question.
A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, petals landing on the two sisters' shoulders. Their stunning beauty was even more captivating than the scenery itself.
"Part of the reason was that I was worried you wouldn't adapt well to being alone in the sect, but it seems you're adapting very well now."
She looked at Song Siyao with satisfaction, her words as gentle as ever, which made Song Siyao glance at her slightly.
She kept a straight face, looked down at the Bone-Regenerating Pill in her hand, and spoke in a low voice:
"...Actually, you don't have to do this. You don't owe me anything."
Song Siyao's voice sounded somewhat muffled.
She had witnessed how the two sisters from the inner sect got along; they would bicker and get angry with each other, and sometimes even draw their swords.
From the very first meeting, Song Tingwan seemed to be extremely patient with her. No matter how cold she was or how many times she refused, she would always smile gently and try again next time.
He accompanied her to become an apprentice and gave her countless magical artifacts and spiritual weapons that ordinary people could never obtain in a lifetime.
During the clan turmoil back then, Song Tingwan was still quite young, and she didn't owe her anything.
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This was the first time Song Siyao had shown any emotion.
Song Tingwan patted her hand happily and gently comforted her, "It's not that I feel indebted. You're my sister. Isn't it only right that I share good things with my family?"
"Si Yao, you don't need to feel any burden."
"I also want you to be like other girls, to whine to me when you're missing something, uh... never mind, although I really want to, Si Yao, just tell me, be a little more natural, be a little more willful."
She always felt that Si Yao was like a little wolf cub, surrounded by thorns, aloof and warlike, yet unwilling to yield to anyone.
Song Tingwan didn't want to train the wolf cub to be like a kitten. She hoped the little wolf cub would continue to hold its head high and proudly become the center of attention.
"...Sister, give me two more bottles of Rejuvenation Pills."
After a long silence, a cold, hard voice rang in her ear, and Song Tingwan looked at her with surprise.
"Okay, my Siyao has as many as she wants."
"Also, I know you like to spar with others. I advised against it before because I was worried about your reckless fighting style that burns through your combat power."
"Fight if you want, and if you can't take it anymore, take some pills. The ones I make myself are more effective than ordinary pills."
"I expect our Siyao to defeat everyone."
Her eyes gleamed, as if she could already see Song Siyao defeating everyone.
Be proud in advance.
Song Siyao was speechless, and her heart softened for no reason.
She awkwardly averted her gaze, and for the first time pursed her lips and spoke:
"Alright, I will also tell them that they did not lose unjustly, because they did not have Sister Danxiu to support them."
After saying that, Song Tingwan clutched her chest and cried out in pain, too happy to speak.
The two sat under the peach tree, opened the food box, and, enjoying the rare pleasant atmosphere, chatted and laughed as they finished their meal.
They have similar facial features, yet one has a heroic and cold appearance, while the other has gentle and graceful features.
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Incidentally, Song Tingwan told Song Siyao about the pseudonym of the Sleeping Fairy, which Song Siyao had never heard of. Still feeling uneasy, Song Tingwan, like a parent preparing for an exam, took out a handful of seventh or eighth-grade pills, regardless of whether Song Siyao could use them, and stuffed them into Song Siyao's storage ring.
Helpless, Song Siyao said that his storage ring was about to be full.
Song Tingwan then thought that she would get her a bigger one when she came back.
After a while, the time came, and Song Siyao and his disciples, including Yun Qian, set off together for the far north.
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