"My father is so pitiful."
When
However, this time, faced with Gu Mingyuan's coldness, Chu Xuanzhengfa did not appear sorrowful. On the contrary, the faintest trace of a smile lingered at the corners of his eyes.
"What's so pitiful about him?" Chu Feng asked.
"My mother is so heartless, yet my father remains so devoted. How is that not pitiful?"
"Look at him — he's still smiling like an idiot. Sigh, sigh… so pitiful." Chu Lingxi shook her head.
"What you see isn't always the truth. It seems you still don't understand your mother well enough," Chu Feng said.
He knew why Chu Xuanzhengfa, once again met with Gu Mingyuan's coldness, still wore a smile on his face.
Back then, Chu Feng had seen the genuine worry that Gu Mingyuan had let slip through her composure.
Chu Xuanzhengfa had surely seen it too.
Naturally, what Chu Feng had noticed had also been noticed by Chu Xuanzhengfa.
It was precisely because Chu Xuanzhengfa knew that Gu Mingyuan held him in her heart that he was so happy.
"I admit I don't understand my mother very well. I haven't spent much time with her."
"But no matter what, I still understand her better than you do, right?"
Chu Lingxi looked at Chu Feng with a somewhat defiant expression.
Chu Feng simply smiled and did not offer much of an explanation.
Seeing that Chu Feng was ignoring her, Chu Lingxi turned her gaze once more toward where Chu Xuanzhengfa stood. "Sigh… if only they could just be together happily."
"Rest assured. That day will come eventually."
"After all, with you around, they can never truly lose contact with each other," Chu Feng said to Chu Lingxi.
"Mm, I'll do my best to bring them together," Chu Lingxi said.
"You two little brats, stay out of grown folks' business."
As the two of them were talking, the voice of the old Daoist Ox-Nose suddenly rang out.
Turning toward the sound, they saw him emerging from the palace doors, a wine gourd dangling in each hand.
Whoosh—
The old Daoist Ox-Nose tossed the two wine gourds into the air.
The gourds drifted apart, positioning themselves above each of the two bathing pools.
Splash—
Moments later, two streams of dark liquid poured from the gourds, cascading down into the pools below.
"
When the dark liquid appeared, Chu Lingxi clamped her hands over her mouth and nose. Even her brow furrowed deeply.
It turned out the murky liquid emanated a foul stench the moment it came into view.
And that stench originated entirely from the dark liquid itself.
The smell was wretched — nauseatingly so.
It was worth noting that a martial cultivator's resilience far surpassed that of an ordinary person.
Yet even Chu Feng and Chu Lingxi could barely withstand the odor. One could only imagine just how foul the substance truly was.
"What on earth?!"