High atop the Xiao Clan's estate, Xiao Yiying and her husband, Xiao Feng, stood on a wide veranda overlooking a private training ground. Their daughter, Tianshi, was little more than a pale blur against the sky, her lithe figure leaping into the air again and again. Each time, she conjured small, pillowy clouds beneath her feet—only for them to dissolve, sending her plummeting back down with a soft thud.
"Look at how hard she's working," Xiao Yiying murmured, concern threading her voice. "She cares about that boy more than she cares about herself."
Xiao Feng's eyes glinted. "We'll see if she actually masters Heavenly Steps. I already sent Wen to check on him. If the boy is fine… I suppose I can allow them to meet."
