Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 122

Yan Zhao jumped out of Nangong Yin's arms, holding up the painting. "What do you think?"

"Uh..." Nangong Yin paused for a moment, suppressing a laugh, and replied, "Our Zhao'er draws very well."

Ren Qingyue stood nearby, speechless. She realized that those who got along well with Yan Zhao were particularly good at lying with a straight face, especially Yan Zhao's doting mother and master.

To prove that she genuinely liked the painting, Nangong Yin picked it up, looked for an empty spot on the wall, and asked for Yan Zhao's opinion, "How about hanging it here?"

Although the painting was a bit abstract, it didn't seem out of place among the other artworks. In fact, its pure, childlike joy made it stand out, and Nangong Yin genuinely liked it.

Yan Zhao rested her chin on her hand, pretending to think. After a moment, she smiled brightly. "That works."

As Nangong Yin busied herself hanging the painting, Yan Zhao came closer and asked, "Did you paint all of these, A-Yin?"

"Yes, I did," Nangong Yin admitted without hesitation.

Yan Zhao gave her a thumbs-up. "You're a great painter too!"

Nangong Yin couldn't help but smile. Her usually stern, narrow eyes softened, a gentle warmth replacing her usual cold aura. The killing intent that typically surrounded her quietly faded away, leaving a surprising gentleness in its place.

Only in front of Yan Zhao and these countless paintings did she shed her identity as the Demon Lord. She didn't need to maintain any airs of authority. The world knew her as cold and ruthless, but Yan Zhao could sleep peacefully beside her.

"Why did you paint so many portraits of Immortal Lord Yuanqing?" Yan Zhao asked, her bright eyes filled with curiosity. "Do you like Yuanqing Immortal Lord a lot?"

A hint of melancholy passed through Nangong Yin's eyes, and she answered with a resigned smile, "Yes, very much."

Yan Zhao beamed. "I also like my mother."

Nangong Yin didn't doubt her and replied, "Your mother is a remarkable woman, one of a kind in this world."

The little fox nearby felt the most conflicted. When would Yan Zhao realize that her mother was Yuanqing Immortal Lord?

In the southern region of Tianchen, at the Fuyun Sect:

Sect Master Bu Donghou had been frowning and sighing for two days straight.

"We haven't done anything wrong, so why are these rumors spreading?"

In just two days, rumors had run wild about the missing disciples from various sects being found near Fuyun Sect. People from the Immortal Sects, some connected to the missing, others just nosy, had begun flocking to the sect to see the commotion for themselves.

Immortal Lord Daoling, sitting in a secondary seat, calmly sipped tea while Bu Donghou ranted. Occasionally, Daoling would gently lift the tea lid to blow away the steam, taking a slow sip now and then.

Seeing Daoling's nonchalance, Bu Donghou asked, "Immortal Lord, how can you remain so calm? What if the Immortal Alliance sends people to investigate again..."

"If your conscience is clear, why worry about shadows?" Daoling replied indifferently, maintaining a composed, detached demeanor. "These old matters are muddled and unresolved. The Immortal Alliance is just trying to save face. They have no solid proof, and when they find none, they'll leave."

"That may be so..." Bu Donghou remained uneasy. A foreboding feeling had been gnawing at him lately, as if a disaster was looming over Fuyun Sect.

"Here's what we'll do." Daoling set down his tea bowl and said, "If the Immortal Alliance sends people, just let them meet with me. I'll handle it."