The next morning.
Li Qingmu sat cross-legged on the porch.
His robes were half-open.
His fingers traced invisible patterns in the air as system panels hovered before him.
He was scrolling through cultivation insights, rewards logs and technique descriptions.
He read with quiet focus.
Behind him, the swish-swish of a broom sounded far too enthusiastic for the hour.
It was little Li Zimo who was barely taller than the broom handle she was given. She swept the courtyard with tiny and furious strokes as sweat beaded on her forehead and her cheeks puffed out unhappily.
"I don't wanna do this anymore!"
She suddenly declared as she planted the broom like a spear and glared at her father's back.
"I'm not even taller than this stupid broom, and I have to sweep the whole yard? It's not fair! Ever since we came here, it's always me and Er-er doing all the chores while Father just sits there tapping on… on nothing! Is he crazy in the mornings or what?"
Li Qingmu didn't turn.
