It distressed her that such a little kid was not as lively as he should be at his age. She recalled the circumstance when she first met him to this day. The boy was young, but he had experienced a lot. She sincerely hoped that if she could, she would be able to protect them so that they might grow up freely.
Zhao Yang, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at Feng Jiu. "Sister Feng?"
"Come over and grab a bite. Don't just cultivate for the entire day. Come here." She motioned for him to come.
Zhao Yang paused for a moment, then stood up and walked towards her.
Feng Jiu placed some small spirit fruits in his hand. "Try some and see if they're sweet."
"Thank you very much, Sister Feng." He sat next to her, picked up a piece of fruit and ate it.
