In Dong’Er’s "vision", the girl sitting in the courtyard emitted a faint, hazy white glow all over her body, like the only light in the boundless, quiet night, so dazzling.
And around her, she was surrounded by the looming Thunder Mist Immortal Mist, shrouding her in a veil of mist, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
Dong’Er’s ability allows her to see the essence of all things at a glance, but on this girl, any, any past, cause and effect, and connections are all obscured by a veil of mist.
This situation was also the first ti Dong’Er had encountered it. She had seen countless miraculous lives, but it was the first ti she encountered such a life that made her lose her composure. She stood still, unable to regain her senses for a long ti.
"Miss?"
Nannan’s tentative voice pulled Dong’Er’s thoughts back to reality.
Returning to her senses, Dong’Er asked slowly, "Who are you?"
"My na is Nannan," Nannan replied with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Dong’Er seed to have guessed sothing. This place is the core location of the Heaven Shepherd Alliance’s Nanmu Island. Ordinary people could not possibly get on this island, much less enter the Cyan Fragrance Courtyard.
Nanmu Island is nad after the owner’s na, and the "Nan" and "Nan" sound the sa. Thus, the identity of this little girl beca apparent; she should have a great connection with the owner, likely the owner’s daughter.
No wonder, as the owner’s daughter, it’s no surprise that nothing was clear. This explained it all.
"My na is Li Dong’Er," Dong’Er introduced herself.
"My na is Nannan," Nannan, although eting Dong’Er for the first ti, knew clearly that being able to live with the brothers on this island ant she was soone very close, definitely one of her own family.
"Can I call you Sister Dong’Er?"
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"Sure," Dong’Er nodded.
After a while, Nannan looked at the exquisite wooden sculptures placed on the wooden rack in the courtyard and asked, "Did Sister Dong’Er carve these?"
Nannan was so intelligent. With just a simple question, she opened up a topic for conversation between the two, imdiately drawing them closer.
Dong’Er walked to the wooden sculptures and nodded, saying, "Yes, these are called wood carvings."
"This shape is so strange?" Nannan picked up a wooden sculpture with three heads and six arms and asked with a curious face.
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"This is called ’Yin Jiao’," Dong’Er explained.
Upon hearing this, Nannan tilted her head: "Yin Jiao? What is it?"
"He is a god," Dong’Er said slowly.
"Is he an immortal?" Nannan asked.
Then, Dong’Er patiently introduced the legend and origin of this god to Nannan, who listened with great interest, her eyes full of surprise.
"Sister Dong’Er, you’re amazing! You know so much."
Faced with Nannan’s straightforward and unabashed complint, Dong’Er was montarily taken aback and revealed a smile.
For so reason, although Dong’Er t Nannan for the first ti, she inexplicably liked and admired this little girl.
"Sister Dong’Er, can you teach to carve wood sculptures?" Nannan asked Dong’Er.
Upon hearing this, Dong’Er hesitated for a mont and answered, "This might be a bit difficult."
Because Dong’Er’s wooden sculptures were not ordinary; they required an extraordinary level of skill, powerful Divine Sense, and wisdom to carve.
"I want to try."
Nannan, encountering the novel thing of "wood sculpting" for the first ti, showed a keen interest.
"Alright, I’ll teach you."
With that, Dong’Er went inside, took out a piece of purplish-blue wood, and began teaching Nannan slowly.
At this mont, the wooden door was pushed open, and the eldest sibling saw Dong’Er teaching Nannan to carve wooden sculptures and breathed a sigh of relief, before gently closing the door.
Nannan, being very intelligent, must know that Dong’Er’s identity is that of her family.
Dong’Er needn’t introduce herself anymore; surely she already guessed Nannan’s identity. Seeing them getting along well, the eldest sibling was at ease.
After all, being a rather rigid and rough person, it’s surely better to let Dong’Er and the fourth sister play with the little master. Coupled with Uncle Qing Niu’s protection in the shadows, there’s no need for concern.
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"Is it like this?"
Nannan carved a rough silhouette, which greatly shocked Dong’Er.
How could there be such a wise person in this world?!
Moreover, at such a young age, not just an extraordinary mind, but an astonishing perception.
If Nannan wasn’t able to practice cultivation, Dong’Er would have suspected whether Nannan was from the sa race as herself.
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The next day, Nannan looked at the first wooden sculpture she completed with her head downcast and said, "Sister Dong’Er, I’m too stupid. You’ve taught so painstakingly, yet I can only carve like this."
The wooden sculpture Nannan carved had so flaws and a considerable gap from the ones Dong’Er carved.
However, Dong’Er was astounded, because for Nannan, this was her first exposure to it, and she accomplished this in just one night, achieving a rough likeness.
No one understood better than her what this ant; it ant Nannan was an absolute prodigy and perfect in every aspect.
Dong’Er belonged to the Wisdom Divine Race, and in her eyes, the only person who could be called a "prodigy" was Nannan.
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On the third day, Jin Yao took Nannan to the Flower Sea.
This Flower Sea was not an ordinary one. As far as the eye could see, purple, blue, green, and a variety of flowers ford a colorful ocean, swaying with the wind. The abundant spiritual power was so rich it transford into spirit butterflies, dancing in the Flower Sea.
Who would have thought this Flower Sea was one of the ten Forbidden Areas of the Ancient Wilderness Immortal Realm?
For most cultivators, a forbidden area was a place of certain death, but for ultimate powerhouses like Jin Yao, a forbidden area was just a backyard, to co and go as they pleased.
With Jin Yao presiding, the fierce beasts in the Flower Sea all cowered in the distance, bowing to the ground, completely daring not to approach.
Nannan ran in the Flower Sea, with the spirit butterflies swirling around her. Nannan appeared like a celestial sprite, dimming the Flower Sea sowhat.
Jin Yao followed step by step, looking at the little master’s happy deanor, with a look of doting affection.
Jin Yao had seen countless prodigies and had many talented disciples, but none could compare to the little master. Even her most proud disciple, Illusion, paled in comparison to the little master.
However, the little master seed uninterested in cultivation. But even so, the little master’s cultivation had already surpassed countless self-proclaid prodigious cultivators throughout ancient and modern tis. She didn’t cultivate and yet effortlessly reached a level that other cultivators struggled their entire lives to attain.
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As they walked, a joyful voice suddenly ca from ahead: "Fourth Sister, Fourth Sister! Co quickly."
Upon hearing this, Jin Yao quickened her pace.
"Fourth Sister, look what I found!"
Saying this, Little Nannan held up sothing and spoke to Jin Yao.
Seeing this, a shock flashed in Jin Yao’s beautiful eyes, and her pupils contracted.
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