"Sister, thank you! You gave my senior brothers and sisters so many good things. I think they all wanted to give me kisses when they left. The things you gave must be great." Cheng Miaomiao looked at Tianmiao with sparkling eyes, happily saying.
"Miaomiao." Tianmiao spoke softly, gently patting Cheng Miaomiao’s head.
"Hmm?" Cheng Miaomiao blinked at Tianmiao, feeling perplexed.
"I’m going to go back. You have to be good now, alright? Cultivate well." Tianmiao smiled as she spoke. She had marked the bracelet, so even if Cheng Miaomiao reincarnated, it would hide in her soul and follow her through reincarnation. She hoped that this cute girl would be safe and sound through every life.
"Ah, are you going back to Canglang Sect?" Cheng Miaomiao looked reluctant, clutching Tianmiao’s clothing.
"The Demon Clan is becoming more active, and the Cultivation World should take some action. Everyone will become busy." Tianmiao didn’t answer Cheng Miaomiao’s question but said this instead.
Later, Cheng Miaomiao realized that what Tianmiao meant by going back wasn’t returning to Canglang Sect, but to...
"Ah, yes, mother’s face hasn’t been looking good lately. She seems to be busy contacting many sects to discuss this matter together." Cheng Miaomiao thought for a moment, her expression turning solemn.
"So you have to be obedient." Tianmiao gently reminded.
"I will definitely be obedient," Cheng Miaomiao nodded vigorously, "Then sister, come and play next time. If you don’t come, I’ll go to Canglang Sect to find you."
"Okay." Tianmiao’s voice was very light, but the smile never left her face.
Finally, Cheng Miaomiao reluctantly saw Tianmiao off. After Tianmiao’s Flying Spiritual Boat disappeared from view, Cheng Miaomiao buried herself in the Sect Master’s arms of Immortal Sound Sect, murmuring, "I don’t know when I’ll see sister again. She just left, and I already miss her."
"You child..." The Sect Master of Immortal Sound Sect lightly patted Cheng Miaomiao’s back, comforting her with a smile, "If you want to see her, once I’m done, I’ll send someone to take you to Canglang Sect. It’s just that the Cultivation World is not peaceful right now, maybe after some time."
"Okay, mother, you said so, you can’t go back on your word." Cheng Miaomiao regained some energy and emerged from the Sect Master’s embrace.
"Yes, I did say so..." The Sect Master was smiling, but suddenly noticed the bracelet on Cheng Miaomiao’s wrist, her expression changing sharply as she grabbed Cheng Miaomiao’s wrist, "Where did this bracelet come from?"
"Sister gave it to me? What’s the matter?" Cheng Miaomiao asked nervously, seeing her mother’s sudden change in expression.
"Your sister..." The Sect Master’s expression was complex, speaking to Cheng Miaomiao with some emotion, "The bracelet is an extremely good thing, you must keep it safe. Your sister truly cares for you. You’re really lucky... where did you get such fortune..." The Sect Master of Immortal Sound Sect recognized the extraordinary nature of the bracelet, yet couldn’t see through it. Realizing that the so-called Sword Spirit might be an unknown great power. Even she couldn’t discern the bracelet’s true power, does that not say something?
Miaomiao receiving such affection, who knows how many lifetimes of fortune she’s cultivated?
Thank you for your kindness.
The Sect Master sincerely thanked in her heart.
Cheng Miaomiao, seeing her mother’s solemn attitude, touched the bracelet on her hand, feeling even fonder of Tianmiao.
...
On the Flying Spiritual Boat, Tianmiao leaned on the railing, chatting leisurely with Ye Chenfeng.
"You really like that little girl." Ye Chenfeng remarked.
"Yes, she’s very cute, don’t you think?" Tianmiao countered.
Ye Chenfeng thought seriously for a moment, then seriously shook his head: "I don’t think so."
Tianmiao chuckled softly.
Ye Chenfeng and Jie Wenzhan are both quite straightforward men, though in different ways; fundamentally, they seem to be indeed alike.
Tianmiao suddenly looked up into the distance, her eyes slightly darkening.
The storm in this world is about to arrive...