"Xuanji… I really think we should start teaching the boys how to cultivate. Xiaosi is already 6-"
"The twins are 4, Dong Yang! Xiaosi has barely started homeschooling! I'm pregnant with our next child as well!" The woman shouted at her husband. The three children were currently tucked away in their beds for naptime, while their parents stood outside of their house.
They lived in the middle of the woods, with not many signs of life nearby. Because of this, the openness and volume of their argument was a non issue in their eyes. "Xuanji, if we wait for them to choose on their own whether they want to cultivate or not then they'll fall behind!" Dong Yang cried, a loud sigh leaving his lips. "You really don't understand-"
"Shut up, Dong Yang. I'm not having this argument. I've already said my peace. They will not learn to cultivate until they themselves choose to." And with that, Xuanji walked back into the house.
