"Becoming a cultivator... can we really do that? After all, we're just mere commoners without a powerful lineage. We were born inferior…" Miss Zara mumbled as she chopped vegetables, releasing a deep sigh.
Just then, Little Zoe entered the kitchen and noticed her mother's thoughtful expression, which made her slightly worried. Her concerned voice soon echoed in the room.
"Mom, what are you mumbling about? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help," Little Zoe asked, tilting her head with concern.
"Oh, it's you, dear. You startled me for a second…" Miss Zara smiled warmly before playfully poking her daughter's cheek.
Seeing her mother was fine, Little Zoe sighed in relief, though her curiosity remained. She was sure she'd overheard her mother talking about cultivation, which made her wonder.
"Dear, do you want to become a cultivator? Like Brother Yuan and Sister Lily?" Miss Zara asked, looking into her daughter's eyes with a smile.