"Don't be so nervous. To tell you the truth, your precious son is really not qualified to be my disciple." Song Yiyan said proudly, "Our ancestors had a sect rule, they would only pass down their teachings to women."
Ling Sheng rolled her eyes at her. "Isn't your master a man?"
"Why do you care so much? It will start with me!" Song Yiyan coughed to hide her embarrassment.
"Not my daughter either." Ling Sheng subconsciously protected her stomach and took a step back.
Song Yiyan despised her. "I'm talking about Sangyu, Little Sangyu. Little Sangyu can listen to the voice of all things. If she doesn't have magic powers to protect herself, it will be very troublesome."
Only then did Ling Sheng become serious. She stopped joking with her and nodded solemnly. "Little Sangyu's case is a little troublesome. Do you have a way to make her ability not work for now?"
