Dou Dou's turning glance made the big gray wolf feel boundless fear.
Whimper...
The big gray wolf whimpered pitifully, its imposing aura instantly vanished, and it hid behind its owner.
Xiao Hei, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? the scar-faced man asked with concern.
At this moment, Dou Dou poked its head out, placing a paw on Liu Jing Ru's arm, seeming ready to climb up.
Roar...
Seeing this, the big gray wolf turned and ran. Because the scar-faced man's rope was tied to himself, he was dragged along as well.
A wolf running desperately forward, with the scar-faced man being dragged behind.
The scene of the man and wolf was incredibly comical.
Xia Lin and the others were stunned.
Then they turned to look at Dou Dou, and everyone understood. This creature, which looked like a dog, was not a dog; it was a Qilin.
With the natural suppression of its bloodline, the wolf, with its keen sense of smell, dared not stay any longer.
Little Dou Dou, you did great. I'll reward you with a chicken leg tonight, Xia Lin praised, patting Dou Dou's head.
Upon hearing this, Dou Dou yawned and gave Xia Lin a deliberately unimpressed look, as if it were a trivial matter.
Its smug expression made everyone laugh.
You're proud of a compliment? Qin Wen walked over and said with a smile, looking at Dou Dou.
This little interlude brought joy to the group, and they continued their shopping. Although they had already browsed yesterday, it didn't stop them from doing so again today.
Life without end, shopping never stops.
From this, you men can thank Daddy Ma. He liberated men's legs, allowing women to shop from home on their phones.
...........
Cousin, are you guys camping outside to rest? Dongfang Ling Yu followed Lin Yu Wei to the Xian Yuan Sect's resting area.
What else? There are no rooms in the inns. Lin Yu Wei replied.
Dongfang Ling Yu hadn't stopped talking along the way, her little mouth babbling incessantly.
Even the gentle Lin Yu Wei was getting a bit impatient.
How can she talk so much?
What exactly is in her brain?
Alas... you poor thing, you should have told me earlier, and I would have helped you book an inn, Dongfang Ling Yu said with feigned sympathy.
Is it still too late to tell you now? Lin Yu Wei asked back.
It's too late, Dongfang Ling Yu shook her head.
Aren't you going back? If my dad sees you later, he might hit you. Are you scared? Lin Yu Wei said, pretending to be scary.
I'm not scared. He's my uncle, he won't hit me, Dongfang Ling Yu wasn't fooled at all.
Lin Yu Wei: ....
Lin Yu Wei really wanted to know how Dongfang Ling Yu had survived these eighteen years.
Could everyone around her tolerate her incessant chatter?
Since Dongfang Ling Yu insisted on following, Lin Yu Wei couldn't just chase her away. After all, she called her cousin sweetly.
She couldn't bear to hurt this young girl no matter what.
Lin Yu Wei walked directly into the tent. Lin Song was sitting on the ground reading a book. Lin Yu Wei walked in and called out, "Dad."
Seeing his daughter return, Lin Song looked at her eagerly and asked, "Did you see him?"
Lin Yu Wei shook her head.
Uncle, Dongfang Ling Yu was as forward as ever, showing no shyness, and directly called out to Lin Song.
Uncle?
Lin Song looked at her inexplicably.
Just as he was about to ask, Dongfang Ling Yu introduced herself, "Uncle, my name is Dongfang Ling Yu, and my aunt is Dongfang Chu Xue."
Whoosh....
Hearing this name, Lin Song's expression darkened.
Dad, it's not her fault, Lin Yu Wei said, seeing her father's expression change, and quickly stood in front of Dongfang Ling Yu.
Lin Song paused, then suddenly relaxed his facial expression and smiled, "Yu Wei, what are you thinking? Do you not trust your father that much?"
Lin Song's expression had only changed upon hearing Dongfang Chu Xue's name; he wouldn't hold it against a little girl.
Uncle, do you hate my aunt very much? Dongfang Ling Yu peeked her head out and asked Lin Song.
What a question, Lin Song didn't know how to answer, but "love and hate" was perhaps most fitting.
Yu Wei, why are you associating with people from the Dongfang family? Lin Song ignored Dongfang Ling Yu's question and asked Lin Yu Wei instead.
I sought her out, Lin Yu Wei replied.
You two go out. I need to rest, Lin Song waved them away.
Okay, you rest first, Lin Yu Wei said, then pulled Dongfang Ling Yu out.
Goodbye, Uncle, Dongfang Ling Yu waved goodbye to Lin Song.
After the two came out of the tent, Lin Yu Wei looked at Dongfang Ling Yu and asked,
Why aren't you afraid of anything? Is this your fearless, foolish personality?
Lin Yu Wei asked curiously, looking at Dongfang Ling Yu.
A careless, unrestrained personality, isn't that the definition of a foolish girl?
Cousin, you don't understand. My mother says this personality attracts people. Do you want to learn from me? I guarantee you'll be inseparable from your brother-in-law.
Dongfang Ling Yu puffed out her chest and proudly showed off to Lin Yu Wei.
Lin Yu Wei was speechless again. The topic of Xia Feng had come up again.
It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she couldn't.
Don't bring this up again. I don't deserve him, Lin Yu Wei shook her head.
Don't deserve him? What's not to deserve? Every radish has its hole. There's nothing not to deserve.
Dongfang Ling Yu said confidently and nonchalantly.
Every radish has its hole?
Whether Lin Yu Wei misunderstood or this little girl meant it, Lin Yu Wei's face instantly turned crimson with embarrassment.
Pfft, what are you thinking?
Lin Yu Wei adjusted her mood and said seriously to Dongfang Ling Yu, If you see it one day, you'll understand what I mean.
See what? Is he a terrestrial immortal expert? He's so young. Dongfang Ling Yu became interested and pressed further.
Terrestrial immortal? Lin Yu Wei chuckled self-mockingly.
He's not even worthy of carrying a terrestrial immortal's shoes.
Dongfang Ling Yu looked at Lin Yu Wei's confused expression, thinking she meant Xia Feng wasn't a terrestrial immortal in cultivation.
I knew it, you scared me, Dongfang Ling Yu patted her chest, looking surprised.
......
The next day was the start of the cultivator's conference.
The cultivator's conference was held at the highest peak, with the six major sects jointly responsible for organizing it. Its primary purpose was to handle conflicts between the sects and guide the direction of cultivation.
While it was said to handle conflicts between sects, in reality, whoever could afford more spirit stones had the upper hand.
Over time, it had lost its original meaning.
At this moment, on the conference stage, an old man with white hair and the bearing of a crane stood tall and announced loudly:
The cultivator's conference officially begins now.