The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
Lu Ye still remembered the first time he ran into Amber, when he met those amber-colored pupils, his mind went blank for a moment.
Afterward, Amber didn't show many abnormalities, not until this time.
Yiyi thought for a moment and then said, "I don't think so." She turned her head and asked, "Amber, do you know any magic and spells?"
Amber responded with a whine.
Yiyi then said, "It says it doesn't."
The corners of Lu Ye's mouth twitched. To this day, he had not figured out how Yiyi was able to communicate with Amber, able to judge what it wanted to convey just by its voice, which was quite magical.
It could only be said that this was a unique skill that Yiyi had as a minion spirit.
Lu Ye did not continue to ask. He was just bringing it up casually.
After eating his fill, Lu Ye began cultivating, with Amber sprawling beside him, sleeping soundly.
The night passed without any conversation.