"This is Mingzhu, my adopted daughter." Hua Jinqiu gently tousled the girl's hair and said.
The girl's eyes sparkled as she looked at Yu Qingyi, full of expectation.
As if to say, all the senior brothers and sisters have received gifts, shouldn't I have one too!
Seeing the girl in such a state, Yu Qingyi couldn't help but grin, "Is Mingzhu a Martial Artist?"
"Of course, I was a Martial Artist by the age of fifteen and have already begun the sinew transforming and bone cleansing process!" The girl's voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of pride in her manner.
Yu Qingyi couldn't help but give her a little pinch, then reached out her hand toward Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan looked blankly at her hand.
Not feeling anything in her hand, Yu Qingyi looked at Yang Zhenshan with confusion.
Yang Zhenshan, wordlessly, took out two brocade boxes from his sleeve.
"These Elixirs are for Postnatal Martial Artists, not suitable for her!"
