Looking at the sky, it was about to turn dark. He turned his gaze to his precious granddaughter.
"Hurry up and cook."
Yang Hongling looked at the sky. She had been so focused on cultivation that she had forgotten about the important matters. She showed a cute scene and stuck out her tongue. She smiled and said,"I'll go now."
His steps were light and nimble as he hopped to the side of the spiritual lake. He grabbed four big fish from the air and picked some spiritual vegetables before walking towards the kitchen.
The two of them sat down in the pavilion.
Zhang Ronghua poured two cups of tea from the teapot and placed the cup in front of him. He was not in a hurry to drink the tea and asked,""You didn't succeed?"
"Yes." The old man did not hide anything.
After taking a sip of tea, he put down his teacup and told her about the creation of the cultivation technique.
