The Little Chubby Girl Cries Down a Tree

See, I knew he didn't know about this matter. He still wouldn't admit it and was just furious out of shame.

Li Huan looked at him with sympathy.

He said, "I don't have a daughter; I just have this one disciple. My whole family consists of just the two of us. You see, you also think Zhouzhou has a problem, right?"

Ye Lingfeng: "..."

Xi Mo: "..."

Standing by, watching the two of them argue with each other, Xi Mo's mouth twitched as he explained, "Zhouzhou is perfectly fine; she's not talking to thin air."

Li Huan didn't believe it. "If she's not talking to thin air, then she must be talking to a ghost."

Ye Lingfeng nodded, "Exactly, she's talking to a ghost, but not just any ghost; it's the Ancestral Master from Qingyun Temple."

"By the way, I forgot to mention that you're not Zhouzhou's only master; she has another master at the temple. Zhouzhou grew up on the mountain until she was four, and that master taught her a lot of things from the Mystery Sect."