"Mistress."
At this time, the middle-aged man beside her suddenly asked, "Did the Clan Leader go to discuss that great event?"
"That's right." The woman nodded.
"There's only a few years left until that great event."
"This time, the event is jointly held by our Fire Clan and the Holy Moon Sect, with each side having three slots, so it's natural to discuss it."
"Mother, mother." Little Five eagerly asked.
"What great event? Little Five wants to participate too."
"Ha, you're still young, how can you participate?" the woman laughed.
"Alright, don't be so curious all the time. Sleep, and by the time you wake up, we'll be there."
"Oh." Little Five obediently snuggled into the woman's arms and sweetly fell asleep.
Once Little Five fell asleep, her gentle breathings spread around.
The smile on the woman's face suddenly froze, replaced by the same worried expression she had before.
"Is Mistress worried about Miss' Primordial Fire?" the middle-aged man asked.
