On the roof of the main hall, Ge Qingzhi couldn’t suppress her grin.
"Look, look! My little Qiyue is truly my daughter, already taking the initiative! Just like I did back in the day. But why stop at holding hands? Why not take the next step?"
Tuoba Encheng’s expression turned complicated. That was her own daughter, after all—did she truly have no concern about her getting hurt?
“Wife, should we really let this go on?” he muttered, a bit uneasy. “They keep insisting they’re not a couple, yet here they are, spending the night together. Doesn’t this break a few rules?”
Ge Qingzhi smacked him on the back, nearly knocking the formidable head of the Tuoba family off balance despite his formidable cultivation level.
“I couldn’t care less about rules! To me, Qiyue and Ye Yu are childhood sweethearts, innocent and perfectly matched! And so what if Ye Yu’s only in the Golden Core stage? If we’re willing, we can pile cultivation resources on him until he reaches the Unity stage. Cultivation level doesn’t mean everything. If he cares for Qiyue, that’s all that matters!”
Tuoba Encheng staggered but managed to steady himself. He sighed.
“Wife, it’s not his cultivation level that worries me. I’m wondering if Ye Yu knows about Qiyue’s secret with her eyes. And if he finds out, what will his reaction be?”
Ge Qingzhi fell silent, her expression softening as her eyes reddened slightly. She turned and descended from the rooftop, leaving the scene of Ye Yu and Tuoba Qiyue in the room below. Tuoba Encheng watched her go, sighed again, and followed.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Tuoba Qiyue continued to write with fervent focus, inspiration flowing smoothly as she turned the pages of her manuscript with a bit too much enthusiasm. The sound stirred Ye Yu, and he awoke groggily, catching sight of his Senior Sister.
Half-dazed, he assumed he was dreaming and closed his eyes to get some more sleep. But the warmth of her hand in his palm brought him back to full consciousness.
“Senior Sister, what are you doing here?” he asked, surprised.
Tuoba Qiyue froze, disbelief in her eyes. Wasn’t he supposed to be a deep sleeper? How had he woken up so soon? She fumbled for words, unsure of how to respond, and instinctively shut her book, as any writer would. After all, having a friend read your work in front of you was nothing short of public humiliation!
Ye Yu nearly felt like his mind was going to implode. Why was everyone at Five-Finger Peak so eccentric in their ways? First, Second Senior Sister Xie Muling had invaded his personal space, and he’d hoped that bringing Senior Sister Tuoba Qiyue into the mix would solve that problem. It had worked... but now he was dealing with an entirely different beast. One problem solved, another created. First Xie Muling with her clinging closeness, and now Tuoba Qiyue.
“Ahem, actually, I came to check if you had your blanket on,” Tuoba Qiyue said after a long pause, finally concocting an excuse.
Ye Yu sighed. “Do you think that’s a reasonable excuse?”
Blankets were hardly necessary for cultivators. Strictly speaking, as soon as one entered the path of cultivation, one could replace sleep with meditation, entering a state of deep focus that required no sleep at all. By the Foundation Establishment stage, cultivators rarely needed to rest at all. ƒreewebɳovel.com
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