Leng Xingzhi did not answer, but quietly looked into Chu Lingwei's eyes.
It was not yet time to tell her his true identity.
Seeing that her senior brother had not replied, Chu Lingwei's heart sank, and she no longer pressed him.
"Senior brother, Leng Wangsheng said the Sacred Tree cannot be revived, is that true?"
"For now, it will not die."
Leng Xingzhi comforted her, "When you ascend to the God Realm, you will be able to truly revive the Sacred Tree."
"The Xiuling Continent has not had an ascension in ten thousand years. Can I really do it?" With no one having ascended in ten thousand years, Chu Lingwei could not be sure if she could succeed.
"You absolutely can."
"Weiwei, you have already seen the Sacred Tree, aren't you happy?"
Chu Lingwei lived in a cluster of buildings floating in mid-air, staring at the starry sky in a daze.
"No." Her senior brother had already assured her that the Sacred Tree would not die for the time being, and she had enough time to revive it.
"Weiwei must be unhappy."
Feng Ming pouted. Weiwei had never looked so unhappy even when she was in seclusion.
Chu Lingwei sighed softly, stood up, and wondered where her senior brother was at this moment.
Chu Lingwei was somewhat puzzled. Why would her senior brother suddenly bring her to the Leng family to see a Sacred Tree that could not be revived, yet not tell her his true identity?
All of this filled Chu Lingwei with questions.
Her senior brother must be hiding something from her.
"Feng Ming, do you like it here?" Chu Lingwei asked Feng Ming, smiling, noticing a drop of spiritual liquid still lingering on its lips.
Feng Ming first nodded, then shook his head vigorously. "If Weiwei dislikes it, Feng Ming dislikes it too."
"But you seem to be having a good time here."
This place was full of thousand-year-old and ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs and immortal medicines, filled with spiritual liquids and immortal dews that could enhance one's cultivation. She could see that Feng Ming and Maomao were already so content that they had forgotten to return.
"No, no, I'm not happy here at all." Feng Ming hurriedly explained when he heard Chu Lingwei's teasing.
"This place is excellent, a good place for cultivation."
Chu Lingwei sat down before her spiritual couch, closed her eyes, and entered a state of cultivation.
Leng Xingzhi looked at his junior sister, a flicker of darkness flashing in his eyes. Telling her some things now would only put her in danger.
The next day.
Leng Xingzhi escorted Chu Lingwei to Lingzhou City.
Ten days later, Chu Lingwei stood outside Lingzhou City, bidding farewell to her senior brother.
"Senior brother, thank you for escorting me."
"Weiwei, I will come to find you after I finish my important matters." Leng Xingzhi stepped forward and gently kissed Chu Lingwei's forehead. "Take good care of yourself, and don't cause trouble."
Chu Lingwei's face flushed. "When do I ever cause trouble?"
"It's fine even if you do cause trouble." Leng Xingzhi chuckled softly. "Our Xiuling Academy is never afraid of causing trouble."
"Senior brother, please don't tease me."
Thinking of her propensity for attracting trouble, Chu Lingwei's expression darkened. It was clearly the trouble that attracted her.
"Alright, Weiwei, take care."
Leng Xingzhi nodded, turned around, and transformed into a streak of starlight, disappearing before Chu Lingwei.
"Let's go, let's go." Seeing her senior brother leave, Chu Lingwei, accompanied by the two little beasts, entered Lingzhou.
It had been ten years, and the place was still as prosperous. Walking down the bustling street, Chu Lingwei recalled her past shopping trips with her second uncle. "I wonder how my eldest and second uncles are doing now?"
"Weiwei, are we going to the Long Residence now?" Huanmao jumped onto Chu Lingwei's shoulder and asked.