"Ah... Master, how long will you be gone?"
"About five years. They call it a 'small world,' but its area isn't much less than Da Xia before the Cataclysm of Mountains and Seas. Looking for ore veins and fighting the Demon Race—those are wars of attrition."
"Alright."
Li Yao buried her head in her food.
She felt that if her master wasn't in seclusion, then he was out adventuring. The days they spent together were always brief.
At the dining table, Wang Changming suddenly said, "Yao'er, if your master isn't around and you have any cultivation questions, you can ask me."
This Master Ancestor also liked Li Yao a lot; she reminded him of Lin Xia when she was little—just as lively.
Old Ji wanted to say that she could ask him too.
He was also a Master Ancestor.
But after thinking it over, he let it go.
If it hadn't been for him just breaking through Second Acupoint recently, it wouldn't be long before Yao'er surpassed him.
He decided not to mislead his junior.
