He Xiangjiang shook his head.
"My master won't let me cultivate yet."
Wan'er was a little surprised.
"Ah!"
"Why!"
The last sentence was for the old Taoist priest.
Zhao Tianqian laughed.
"If he cultivates, his height will skyrocket. Won't you have to jump up and hit him in the future?"
Eh? He Xiangjiang was puzzled.
What was his master talking about?
What did he mean by hitting him? Was he still his master?
Most importantly, Wan'er held her chin and thought for a moment before nodding.
"That's true. Old Senior, I think you're right."
"Young Taoist priest, you'd better not cultivate for now. I will always protect you."
"Otherwise, when you're much taller than me, I'll have to beat you up like how I beat Old Uncle Lei."
He Xiangjiang sighed and complained.
"Or, Wan'er, can you not beat me?"
