The second disciple was stunned for a moment and looked at song qingxiao, not knowing what to do.
She knew that the old Daoist said this because he had guessed something and wanted to help her out.
Song Qing's heart softened, and she leaned her head on the old Daoist's shoulder---just like in her dream when she was young, she leaned on the old Daoist's side like a spoiled daughter.
His figure was thin, and his cultivation realm was far from comparable to her current state.
However, this skinny old man gave her an unparalleled sense of peace and security. This feeling was incomparable to any other strength.
"Master, did you guess that I'm leaving?"
The words that he didn't know how to say came out naturally the moment he leaned towards the old Daoist.
The old Daoist felt a lump in his throat. He reached out and touched her cheek, saying lovingly, "
"I want you to stay, but my daughter has grown up and has her own things to do."
