At the sa ti.
Far away in an isolated, uninhabited Immortal Cave on the nine layered heaven.
A raspy voice sounded: "The ti is almost here, isn’t it? The child born of the Heavenly Dao is about to co of age."
The person standing opposite him had a blurry face, clearly concealed by a special Mana.
Yet the faint scar on his left hand stood out sowhat.
He chuckled: "Indeed, the ti is almost here. On the day she cos of age, she will inherit all the Mana sealed by the Heavenly Dao."
The hoarse, elderly voice sighed softly: "Ultimately, this is disadvantageous to us."
"Rest assured, I have arranged everything. She will not grow up so smoothly." The person sneered.
Even though his face was unclear, his tone conveyed a chilling sinister feeling.
"When the Little Empress discovers that the situation was caused by her wrong choices, she will ultimately hate herself."
"If consud by a Heart Demon, transforming into a Fallen God would be but an instant, and the timing now is perfect, as the Heavenly Dao has yet to awaken—an excellent ti for us to act."
The elderly voice paused for a mont before saying: "Be thorough."
Otherwise, if Bai Zhi’er truly cos of age and unseals the power, all of them combined might not be able to withstand her Mana.
...
Encouraged by Bai Zhi’er, Qingi followed Chu Ping to visit his ho.
The entire Chu Family was very warm and welcoming.
In Qingi’s imagination, she might be t with cold stares due to the disparity in status, but instead, she was greeted with familial warmth and care.
Chu Ping’s mother, Madam Chu, was exceedingly gentle.
Born into a noble family, she spoke in soft tones.
Madam Chu held Qingi’s hand and instructed the maid to bring up ten boxes.
"When I first entered the Chu Family, my mother-in-law gave these ten boxes."
"She said they symbolize a perfect daughter-in-law, and now I am giving them to you."
"I’ve heard Ping’er ntion several tis that Miss Qingi is even more beautiful than I imagined."
Qingi hurriedly waved her hands.
Feeling honored and flattered, she said: "Thank you, Madam Chu, but this gift is too precious; I can’t accept it yet."
Aside, Chu Ping’s aunt laughed: "Indeed, it’s not the right ti; you should accept it officially when engaged."
Madam Chu patted herself: "I was too eager. I just like Miss Qingi so much that I couldn’t bother with so many rules."
Lord Chu, with a cheerful smile, said: "This mischievous son has settled down, diligent and progressive, partly thanks to Miss Qingi."
Several of the elders in the Chu Family praised Qingi smilingly.
"Miss Qingi’s skillful hands make such delicious dishes, Ping’er is visibly getting chubbier every year!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Chu Ping said embarrassedly: "Father, Mother, Uncle, Aunt, give so face here!"
Madam Chu, with a benign smile, said: "Alright, alright, we won’t embarrass you anymore. Miss Qingi, co, let introduce you to everyone."
She pointed to each person.
With a round face and a prosperous look, laughing amiably, was Chu Ping’s uncle; next to him sat a lady in elegant attire, Chu Ping’s only aunt.
Further to the right was Chu Ping’s younger uncle, a renowned poet in the Capital, with a wife from another noble family.
"This one is your little aunt’s sister."
Lastly, Madam Chu pointed towards a young lady beside Chu Ping’s little aunt.
She looked about eighteen, with dimples appearing when she smiled.
Seeing Qingi, she also smiled warmly.
"Sister Qingi, call Xiao Shuang, and I wish you and Brother Chu Ping everlasting happiness."
Qingi blushed and said: "Thank you, Xiao Shuang."
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