"No, no. You're calling Ling'er heavy again. Ling'er is not heavy at all. My stinky big brother is mean, throwing Ling'er around!" retorted the little milk turtle impractically.
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Seeing the two kids bickering again, Wang Zijia set the tiny milk turtle in his palm down, allowing it to hover on its own. He turned and walked over to the window, gazing out at the ruined city.
As the sunset outside, the two kids were arguing in the room.
Outside, demons roved about the city ruins that resembled a wasteland, and fierce beasts gnawed on leftover corpses.
Amid the warmth, the harsh reality was omnipresent.
The chasm between joy and pain rendered it an unreal scroll painting.
After a half afternoon of bickering, Wang Zijia guided the two kids a bit in their cultivation. Although he couldn't act as a cheat code, his enlightenment still counted as a small achievement.
Teaching the kids wasn't too challenging, and they gained a lot from it.
