Powerful

Ye Ling?

Was it a coincidence?

"Yan'Er, what's wrong?"

"Yan'Er?"

"Yan'Er?"

Only after Ye Qingluan had called out to her three times did Zhao Shuning regain her senses.

"Ah, nothing …"

Ye Qingluan sighed.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm just thinking about what happened in the past, and I feel a little sad. Mother will respect your opinion, and she will definitely not force you to do something you don't like."

Zhao Shuning picked up her wooden brush absentmindedly.

Put it aside.

Grandfather? What kind of person was he?

Zhao Shuning had never seen him before, but she had a feeling that he wasn't an evil person.

"Yan'Er, after we leave, there will probably be many people waiting to see you make a fool of yourself. Don't bother with them, even if you don't cultivate, they will still not be able to match up to your status."