"This little girl has indeed started to cultivate."
Yuan Ming's heart stirred slightly, and upon closer feeling, he indeed detected a trace of mana fluctuation in her body.
Although it was faint, the presence of mana meant that she had already set foot on the path of cultivation.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps approached from outside, and the little girl immediately gathered up the sheet of cultivation technique paper, carefully folded it, and stuffed it into her bosom.
As the door was pushed open, Tuya had already leapt off the bed and threw herself into the arms of a dark-skinned woman.
"You little rascal, why have you been staying inside the house lately, not going out to play?" Hagon's wife squatted down, stroking her daughter's hair with concern.
"Tired, I've been unable to sleep enough lately." The little girl lied effortlessly.
