Xu Changhe also came and tried to tell her some interesting stories about the Immortal Cultivation Realm to cheer her up, but her mind was full of her master and senior sister, so she wasn’t in the mood to listen at all.
Today... should I go see again?
"No way! Qing Jun doesn’t miss Taoist Chen at all! Qing Jun just wants to teach him a lesson!"
Qing Jun suddenly sat up straight, kicked off her small cloth shoes, and with her bare, tender little feet, she ran "thump thump thump" to the corner of the room, where a few sets of new clothes had been prepared for her by the maids according to the elder’s instructions.
Her small hands rummaged through the box containing the clothes.
Luxurious and exquisite vestment robe? No! Effortlessly ethereal fairy dress? No! Hmm?
Qing Jun’s eyes locked onto a pair of silver-white little boots with noticeably thicker soles!
These boots were a gift from Xu Changhe to curry favor, said to be made from a special cloud beast leather and light cloud wood, with soles as thick as two inches, not only light and comfortable to wear but also... able to make one look taller!
The little girl’s eyes lit up with a "swish"!
"Hmph!" Qing Jun wrinkled her little nose, as if she had found her winning treasure.
She’s not a dwarf at all! Wearing this, Master surely can’t say that about her again!
She struggled a bit to fit her feet into these high-soled boots, which were still slightly large for her, and the boot tops just covered her calves.
She got up and took a couple of steps, feeling... a bit wobbly?
Her feet were far from the ground. She tried hard to steady herself, straightened her little waist, and stood on tiptoes again.
Looking at the blurred reflection in the copper mirror that seemed a bit taller, Qing Jun nodded with satisfaction.
"Hehe... now Qing Jun is an adult!"
She carefully pushed open a crack in the door and stealthily slipped out, crouching low.
"Master, should be able to recognize me, right?"
The little girl murmured in her heart, trying hard to imitate an adult’s steady gait, little chest puffed high, sweeping her gaze over each suspicious black robe figure, fantasizing that "the chubby black-robed man" would suddenly jump out.
Of course, during this time, there were also those with ill intentions who wanted to approach.
But they were quickly scared away by the Profound Scale Guard in the shadow behind Qing Jun.
Though the cultivators here were all Foundation Establishment Cultivators, most were Foundation Establishment First and Second Layers, naturally fearing the Profound Scale Guard—most importantly, having a Foundation Establishment Third Layer cultivator as a guard, what kind of noble status must this little person have?
Therefore, even the few Foundation Establishment Middle Period cultivators consciously avoided Qing Jun.
Time ticked away little by little, and the hustle and bustle of No Thought Valley seemed to blur.
Her feet began to feel uncomfortable.
The boots were a bit stuffy, the thick soles hurt her little feet after walking for a while, especially the heels, they felt burning hot.
And what made Qing Jun most uneasy was,
Hmm?
How did she walk and find that there was no one around her? It seemed like others were avoiding her!
"Grumble..." Her little stomach also protested.
A sour grievance surged back up after the rumbling.
Senior sister can be held by Master, why does she have to wear ill-fitting shoes and foolishly wander around alone?
Sometimes, without comparison, there is no jealousy.
Her feet hurt more and more.
She couldn’t help but find a half-collapsed low wall, held onto the wall, and cautiously sat down.
Sitting wasn’t easy either, with such high little boots, even bending her knees felt awkward.
She finally couldn’t help it, her little mouth pouted, and two bead-sized tears rolled down.
Couldn’t find Master, so tired, feet hurt, heart so sad...
She started to angrily undo that annoying boot buckle, struggling with the first buckle when a familiar voice abruptly came from above the wall!
"Tsk, let me see whose child this is, running out to learn to walk like a little duckling? Still sniveling?"
Qing Jun abruptly looked up, her tear-filled eyes seeing a man in a loose black robe lazily sitting on the broken wall, his hat surprisingly off, revealing a handsome face with gentle, smiling eyes that looked at her unblinkingly.
"Master..."