The Mountain Was Dug Out

Hearing this, Zhouzhou tilted her head, yawned, and asked curiously, "But didn't Commander uncle say he would take us to see it in a few days?"

"No way!" Ancestral Master said urgently, "I have a premonition that my cultivation is about to break through."

"Oh." Zhouzhou looked up at him, "Ancestral Master, have you been cultivating?"

What kind of breakthrough? The breakthrough of his face's thickness? It's so late, and he drags her out; if she doesn't grow taller, he's partly responsible!

Ancestral Master's temper flared. "Who said I haven't been cultivating!" he exclaimed, his beard bristling with anger. "I just did it when you didn't see!"

Seeing his frustrated expression, Zhouzhou realized he wasn't lying and nodded, but she then leaned back on the bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in a second.

Ancestral Master's anger was stuck. Reluctantly, he shook the little chubby girl awake again.