"True Immortal?"
Song Shiyong's legs gave way as he pinched his sister's cheeks, "You little rascal, are you tricking me?"
The little girl broke free from his hands, rubbing her cheeks, "Why would I trick you? My ability to read a person's cultivation level is never wrong. It's called talent, you know?"
Song Shiyong didn't doubt her words.
His sister had been exceptionally gifted since childhood, speaking at one month old and breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm at one year old.
Moreover, this girl could read hearts.
No matter what others were thinking, she could tell.
If she weren't his own sister, Song Shiyong would have suspected she was a demon.
He took the little rascal back home, where the servants were busy clearing the ruins; it would likely take a month to restore their home.
Lady Song saw them and immediately hugged her daughter, concerned, "You little troublemaker, are you hurt?"
