After the little devil left, Feng Tianning and Feng Qingyin collapsed back-to-back on the ground, sighing in relief.
“Ah—my seven-leaf orchid!” Feng Tianning suddenly noticed that his carefully cultivated orchid was now reduced to three leaves. Even his usually calm self couldn’t help but cradle the precious plant and weep.
“You’re lying!” Feng Qinyin accused angrily.
“What’s going on? Are you fighting again?” Every time Ling’er came, she would make Qinyin furious. Poor Qinyin, always bullied by her. Feng Tianning looked at Feng Qinyin with sympathy.
“Uncle Feng, Ling’er found some really sweet grapes today and brought a bunch for Xiaoyin, but he even scolded me—wah—” I started crying on cue, more convincingly than an actor.
“Oh, Ling’er, don’t cry. Tell Uncle Feng why the grapes aren’t sweet anymore?” Feng Tianning quickly played the good guy.
“Because she tasted grapes from the left bank, but the ones given were from the right bank,” Taibai explained.
“Uh…” Feng Tianning felt a bit frustrated by this gift-giving logic.
“Then, why didn’t Ling’er give the grapes from the left bank?”
“The left bank grapes were all eaten up by someone being greedy,” Taibai said gleefully, indicating that the “someone” was me.
I glared back at him, and his arrogance instantly deflated.
Feng Tianning and Feng Qinyin looked bewildered.
“Uncle Feng, I want to learn martial arts from you,” I said, pulling on Feng Tianning’s beard and acting coquettishly.
“Well… Ling’er’s master…” Feng Tianning looked at Taibai, unsure. Isn’t Taibai a top-level master?
I buried my head in Feng Tianning’s shoulder and rolled my eyes at Taibai. This guy only knows how to use immortal arts to steal other people’s martial arts secrets. He knows nothing about the basics!
“I just want Uncle Feng to teach me!” I twisted my small body stubbornly. “Don’t you like Ling’er?” My little mouth pouted, about to cry.
“Good Ling’er, don’t cry. But if you want to learn supreme martial arts, you’ll still need your master,” Feng Tianning said, raising Taibai’s eyebrows.
“So Uncle Feng really doesn’t like Ling’er. Then, Ling’er will leave… This bunch of grapes, I’ll leave for Uncle Feng to eat, as a final memento.” I held out the grapes with my chubby hand.
