"Preferably..."
Nangong Yin found this reason irrefutable.
She was helpless. She had only met Yan Zhao a few times and had only recently learned that Yuanqing had left a child in the human realm.
After neglecting Yan Zhao for so many years, how could she compare to the close relationship Yan Zhao had with her elder sister, who had grown up with her?
Moreover, the old guards of the Fuyun Sect were watching closely. She had not yet avenged her great hatred and could not reveal herself to Yan Zhao.
Instead of staying with her, Yan Zhao would be happier and freer with Ren Qingyue.
From the beginning, Nangong Yin had never planned to take Yan Zhao away.
Without Yuanqing, she had no right to do so.
But out of concern for the child, Nangong Yin couldn't help but ask, "What kind of affection does Zhao'er have for you?"
"..."
Seeing Ren Qingyue silent, but her expression constantly changing, Nangong Yin immediately realized.
It turned out that these two children still didn't understand what affection was.
She remembered something, then smiled lightly and said, "I'm really sorry. The cultivation method I taught Zhao'er last time seems to have been taught too early."
Ren Qingyue instantly exploded in anger, "You're shameless!"
"It was an unexpected mistake," Nangong Yin laughed heartily and said cheerfully, "I'll leave you to it then. Rest early."
With that, she stepped into the courtyard, leaving her laughter lingering in the courtyard.
Ren Qingyue's beautiful brows knitted together in frustration, internally cursing: The devil is indeed the devil. With such a crooked frame of mind, she can't entrust Yan Zhao to Nangong Yin!
Yan Zhao slept comfortably and dreamt of her mother again that night.
She played the zither for her mother, who was delighted and kept praising her playing.
When asked who taught her, Yan Zhao replied, "A Yin."
Yan Yuanqing was momentarily taken aback, her expression softening, and her voice taking on an unprecedented warmth.
She patted Yan Zhao's head and said, "A Yin plays the zither the best. You should learn well."
Yan Zhao eagerly agreed, "Okay!"
So, Yan Zhao, in high spirits, played another tune for her mother.
Her mother was very good at giving compliments, never repeating herself, and praised Yan Zhao to the skies, making her feel on top of the world.
The next morning, Yan Zhao first refined a batch of pills and gave them to the little fox.
She observed the little fox's injuries closely every day.
Although the wounds had scabbed over, complete healing would take no less than ten days or half a month.
Therefore, she wasn't in a hurry to find the Xuanhuang Secret Realm.
After giving the fox its medicine, Yan Zhao put away the furnace and felt a bit tired.
Her cultivation level was still too low to refine Fourth-Grade Pills comfortably, which consumed a lot of energy, so she went back to bed for a nap.
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FantasyDISCLAIMER: I do not claim ownership over this story. I only MTLed and polished it. Original novel: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=8391517 Yan Zhao was born with blocked meridians and unable to cultivate, making her notorious as the most...