Zi Ming slept well that night. The arrival of the hotshots from the city renewed his captivation about power and cultivation. He was especially curious to know what his martial spirit would look like in the future as he went to sleep.

How powerful and mighty would it be? Would it be similar to these people? How were they? What was even a martial spirit and how did it make someone strong?

Hearing about things and seeing them in person were two different things, he had such an experience today. He was eager and curious to meet other talents and face against the cultivation world, have his personal experiences, form his views, paradigm and even possibly his own "dao".

His mind was filled with these numerous questions and problems as he was enraptured in the wonderful subject known as cultivation. Would he be able to protect the people he loved and achieve his objectives with his own hands? Or would he just end up as another old man recounting defeated tales and arguing with young heroes in noisy bars in the end?

As he fell asleep, he fantasized about becoming a strong expert who traveled the world in an unrestrained manner. He was riding the small wolf who wasn't so small anymore and fought terrifying evil in extremely berserk and exotic territories. He flew over a thousand castles and skies where he met great beauties living in celestial gardens producing rivers of wine.

This marvelous dream would sadly come to a stop when Zi Fei jealously pulled his ears to the ground and mind back to reality.

"...!"

Someone took the blanket off his feet without him noticing. Time seemed to pass for what seemed to be seconds before the young man managed to collect some determination and open an eyelid before examining the room.

He lazily opened his eyes then jerked when he realized who it was. "Yurou?"

"What are you doing here, birds haven't even started to chirp!?" He asked not knowing whether to laugh or cry. The girl was completely clothed in what seemed to be hunting attires. Did she want to go and hunt at this hour?

"I need to practice with someone. Father is fast asleep right now and Mother is... you know."

"Oh...sure give me a bit, let me wash my face." Zi Ming answered generously.

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There was no way he could ever train this little demon in this cold temperature and this state especially at this hour without some breakfast usually. However, he couldn't remember the last time she opened her mouth to ask him for something since "the incident" with her best friend weeks ago.

He would have to deal with this and not take his chances and wait for another occasion to speak with his dear sister. otherwise, he'd probably lose yet another chance to mend their broken relationship in a long time.

Accidentally or purposefully losing a few teeth for some morning forgiveness was certainly a bad trade. However it would certainly not prevent him to get recruited in the upcoming selection today, would it?

As for Zi Fei, he would have to explain to her that real men weren't about looks after all.

"What is the morning training for anyway? Don't tell me you got nerves or something."

"...Shut up and dress!" The young lady ordered impatiently.

"Sure, tyrant queen. By the way, about Zi Fei, I've told you I'm serious..."

"Sheesh, you two are already this close aren't you? Not even calling her sister anymore, huh?" Zi Yurou mocked.

"Of course, that would be creepy wouldn't it..."

"Ugh, I feel like throwing up and I haven't had breakfast yet, shut up!" She kicked the boy's butt and waited outside the room.

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"Oh, you two have come, seat." In the same room, Zi Muyun and his daughter were talking the night before, a young man entered.

"Uncle." The blonde man stepped inside and paid his respects.

"Um..." Zi Muyun smiled and offered him a cup of tea that came from god knows where. The latter accepted it gratefully as he took a seat in front of the middle-aged man.

"How did you sleep?" Zi Muyun started pleasantries when the other person inside cut:

"Father, this isn't the time for this. Don't act as if you don't know this brat from in and out. We're both your students after all."

Zi Muyue interrupted before she also took a seat in a dark corner. She sat crossed leg and closed her eyes, but it didn't seem as if she was tired. Her skin was clear and her look was sharp.

"Uncle, I slept well, fortunately. I would usually try and do my best to contradict this cousin of mine but I'm also very curious to know about that matter we mentioned on the road.

It's early, but the two of us checked the place and I don't think anyone is monitoring...so, if you would maybe, not to sound too impolite..."

Zi Haofeng's expression was one of extreme attention. He was the kind of man to get on nerves because he could switch from pitch-perfect student and bachelor to annoying squirrel in the time it took for an incense to lit.

Zi Muyue could attest to this with assurance, she didn't know how many faces this boy she enjoyed to bully possessed. It was one of the reasons why she used him as walking wooden cardboard to this day.

"Well, since you two don't want to wait to find out, I'll get to the point.

Beside your marriage, this old man is here to retrieve an object he saw when he was only a kid...."

"..."

The young relatives looked at each other before they both decided to ask in amusement :

"How old is it?"