After a moment of internal collapse, Tang Sui quickly regained her composure and the expression on her face. Her clear blue eyes sparkled with a hint of joy and confusion. In a soft voice, she asked, "Daddy, didn't you already leave? How did you end up here?"
After speaking, Tang Sui glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings, at the familiar Zhao Wuji, and the unfamiliar Flander. She blinked, tilted her small head, and mumbled softly, "Or am I dreaming right now?"
Hearing his little daughter's familiar tone, Tang Hao's tense heart completely relaxed. A faint smile and concern appeared on his rugged, weathered face. He released the hand that had been gripping Tang Sui's wrist and stiffly stroked her hair, which had been disheveled by the night breeze, smoothing it for her.
The warmth from above and the perfectly calibrated strength made Tang Sui squint comfortably, like a kitten being petted on the head, her face filled with contentment.
A warm power seemed to be flowing into her body. She felt so sleepy…
Tang Sui's bright, watery eyes were half-open, like a student dozing off in class. She began to nod like a pecking chick. Within two breaths, her legs went weak, and she slumped into Tang Hao's dry, fresh embrace, falling into a deep sleep.
Tang Sui, with a peaceful expression: "zzz..."
Tang Hao bowed and easily picked up his younger daughter. He looked at Flander and Zhao Wuji, who had retracted their martial spirits, and said in a low voice, "I will take her back. She won't remember anything when she wakes up tomorrow morning."
Flander and Zhao Wuji nodded.
They understood; it was equivalent to sleepwalking.
"Sui Sui's congenital deficiency is because her mother had an accident during childbirth. Therefore, even though she possesses the strength of a Soul Grandmaster, her physical hardware cannot pass muster. For her future teaching... I hope you will teach her only to a certain extent. Otherwise, if Sui Sui is subjected to strong stimuli, the other her might also appear." Tang Hao gazed at the two of them, invisible pressure building. Zhao Wuji immediately felt his injuries start to ache again.
Fortunately, Flander reacted quickly. He bowed slightly, clasped his hands, and replied, "Your Excellency, please rest assured. Since your daughter is already a member of our academy, we, as tutors, will naturally teach according to her aptitude and circumstances, and will never intentionally mistreat or make things difficult for her."
Zhao Wuji also quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes."
Tang Hao nodded. His figure twisted and flickered before them, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Only after the fluctuations in the air subsided did Flander and Zhao Wuji look up, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads as if granted amnesty. Zhao Wuji, in particular, collapsed onto the ground without any pretense, catching his breath and muttering softly, "In this day and age, geniuses are really hard to stumble upon!"
He knew there were no free lunches in this world!
Look, behind this little monster was a real old monster watching.
Flander reached out and pulled Zhao Wuji up from the ground, patting his shoulder. "Alright, which genius in this era is truly alone? Besides, from what I see, whether it's Tang San or Tang Sui, their futures are boundless. We've essentially gotten a bargain. Look on the bright side. I think Tang Sui, in her normal state, has a rather pure personality and is easy to get along with."
Zhao Wuji felt the throbbing pain from his bruises and winced. "That's true. When that little girl is well-behaved, she is indeed quiet and well-behaved, and very little trouble."
Seeing that Zhao Wuji had accepted reality, Flander smiled. He adjusted the frame of his glasses, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Alright. Overall, both the brother and sister are quite easy to manage. The one who is most troublesome is that little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
Even though she was restraining herself, his sharp eyes could still detect the arrogance and overconfidence of a disciple from a major sect emanating from Ning Rongrong.
These little monsters still needed to be taught and guided.
Zhao Wuji sighed. He and Flander walked back towards the academy, their shadows stretching out with the moonlight...
No dreams overnight.
That night, everyone involved in yesterday's assessment slept in, including Tang San, who was usually accustomed to waking before the sun. He slept all the way until noon.
"Gurgle gurgle,"
Tang San's stomach rumbled, crying out with hunger.
Woken by the hunger in his abdomen, Tang San felt his entire body aching. Since he had recovered his martial arts from his previous life, he hadn't experienced such fatigue in a long time.
"You're awake?"
A face with a full beard filled his vision, startling Tang San. His pupils contracted, and he instinctively leaned back, instantly waking up.