Night fell, a warm bonfire crackled.
The noisy wind had passed, and the family of three were once again gathered together for a peaceful domestic evening.
Arguing was no longer an option; whoever wanted to leave couldn't escape this situation anyway. It was better to join in rather than sulk alone like a defeated dog.
Sitting to either side of Zhao Changhe, both were helping him sharpen arrowheads while occasionally throwing wary glances at each other, signaling, "Mom's watching, don't you dare cheat."
Guigui didn't know how the situation had turned out like this; by the time he realized, it had already happened.
Then he thought it might not be so bad. He had always known about their relationship, and a confrontation was inevitable. Given Chichi's abilities, becoming the Sect Hierarch was probably just a matter of time, and not even Vermilion Bird could obstruct her forever. Facing it earlier rather than later seemed better because no one knows how it would end up later...
