"Xiao Chong, what are you looking at?"
"How many times have I told you? It's different now than before, the less you go out, the less danger you face!"
Behind the chubby little boy, a woman in her thirties, dressed in a red robe and looking exceptionally fierce, emerged.
She grabbed Xiao Chong's ear, scolded him a few times, and her eyes occasionally glanced towards Fang Xi's hillside.
Upon seeing the massive black Flying Sword the size of a door panel, her face slightly changed color, and she pulled Xiao Chong into the house, where the sound of spanking echoed loudly.
"Mom, why are you hitting me?"
Xiao Chong, rubbing his reddened bottom, had a face full of grievance.
"You've recently started Qi Refining and are about to become a Cultivator. If you don't shine your 'sign' a bit brighter, I'm afraid you won't survive..."
