"Hmm?" Mu Lin fell into thought for some time. "You don't need to think about that person, Qingge."
"But—"
Mu Lin hastily stopped his daughter. "Don't be so meddlesome, Qingge. Both ordinary people and cultivators have their own problems, so you don't have to meddle in their affairs. If that person is a cold-blooded killer and kills more ordinary humans, then I will take action against him or her."
"I understand, Father."
"Let's go inside." Mu Lin then led the two women into the house. "Yan'er, I want to hear your progress in recent times, so you have to tell me everything."
.
.
.
Mu Lin released a heavy sigh after he listened to his granddaughter's story, as she was too lazy to cultivate and spent more time having fun with her gadgets and friends. "Yan'er, you're no longer a child but a teenager now, so you can't go on like this. You must focus more on your cultivation and training, or you'll fall behind your peers."
