Occasionally, song qingxiao would hear some news about the heavenly demon guards and the state-protecting temple from her father so that she could make preparations in advance.
Hearing song qingxiao's question, miss Zhang raised her head and looked at her. Her almond-shaped eyes were bloodshot. It was obvious that she had something on her mind recently, so she didn't sleep well.
She looked at herself for a while. Just when song qingxiao thought that she might not answer the question, she saw a cold look in her eyes.
"He ..." When she mentioned 'him', her tone was very calm, as if she was not talking about the person who slept next to her.
"He used to be my father's student."
Miss Zhang didn't answer song qingxiao's question. Instead, she talked about the past, "
my father has a small reputation in the local area. Every year, he would take in one or two students.
