In the small pavilion in the front yard of the nursing home.
Old Man Bai circled around Zheng Fa, looking as if his pants were on fire.
Mrs. Tian glared at him, unsure if she found him annoying, or if she too was anxious.
Zheng Fa kept his eyes closed, seemingly calm, though his fingers involuntarily tapped the railing.
No one spoke.
Tang Mudao stood guard at the entrance of the nursing home, preventing any rash intrusions.
"Isn't Ling Wu a bit hasty?"
Upon hearing Old Man Bai's voice transmission, Zheng Fa opened his eyes.
The anxious face of the old man appeared before him.
"It's fine, her cultivation is adequate."
"It's just, it's just that more preparation is always better. Who decides to form a Nascent Soul so suddenly?"
Zheng Fa was silent for a moment, then reassured:
"I am watching over her, so even if there are issues, it won't matter."
Tang Lingwu's sudden decision to form her Nascent Soul took Zheng Fa by surprise too.
