TSFLIP Chapter 427

“You… why are you crying?” Xiaoxiao asked, seeing Fengguang’s tears, completely at a loss.

“Isn’t it because of you?” Shang Baizi put down his rice bowl, gasping for breath as he walked over. He couldn’t understand where this little girl found the energy to run around like that, not even breaking a sweat while he was exhausted.

Xiaoxiao pressed her lips together and didn’t say anything, her face puffed up like a bun.

“It’s not your fault… It’s mine,” Fengguang said, gently caressing Xiaoxiao’s face. She should have realized this earlier. The child had the Chihuo Silk and a name like Xiaoxiao—she had assumed the child came from a different background, so having the Chihuo Silk wouldn’t be too surprising. She hadn’t thought about how Xiaoxiao might have something to do with the past, with the events from seven hundred years ago.

Shang Baizi, sensing that something was wrong with his junior sister, walked over to Xuanqingzi, who was dozing off, and quietly asked, “Master, what’s wrong with Junior Sister?”

“Cannot speak, cannot speak,” Xuanqingzi mumbled in his half-asleep state, his words unintelligible. He was already dozing off again.

Shang Baizi felt even more confused.

Fengguang softly asked, “Xiaoxiao, how old are you this year?”

“Hmm… I think I’m…” Xiaoxiao blinked, thinking for a while. “I think I’m about seven hundred years old…”

Shang Baizi screamed, “What?!”

Xiaoxiao glanced at him. “Is it weird that I’m seven hundred years old?”

Fengguang’s heart raced in her chest. “Then… why is Xiaoxiao still this short?”

“Isn’t being seven hundred supposed to make me as tall as I am now?”

Fengguang guessed that maybe Xiaoxiao hadn’t been around other children, so she didn’t understand. She patiently explained, “If you were truly seven hundred years old, among ordinary cultivators in the human realm, you’d look like my master.”

“Ah?” Xiaoxiao looked at Xuanqingzi, then suddenly seemed startled. “I don’t want to look that ugly! Uncle Ghost and Aunt Ghost both said I grow fast! I’ve even grown a little taller compared to one hundred years ago!”

“Xiaoxiao, when you talk about Uncle Ghost and Aunt Ghost… are they from a place… very different from the human realm?”

“Mm-hmm!” Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly. When she first came to the human realm, she was shocked by the scenery.

Now, Fengguang understood. It was the Ghost Realm that had altered Xiaoxiao’s growth rate. Physically and mentally, she was still like a seven-year-old child.

“Xiaoxiao…” Fengguang asked again, “Did your father give you the red rope and the bell you wear on your head?”

Xiaoxiao nodded. “Yes, one day I was almost eaten by a very fierce ghost, but my father saved me. He said I would always cause him trouble, so he gave me this. He said the red string has a spell cast by my mother to protect me from harm.”

The red string… wasn’t that Chihuo Silk?!

Shang Baizi’s fan dropped in shock. He remembered just a few months ago when he had gone to visit Fengguang and had seen her casting a spell on the Chihuo Silk for the first time. Could it be…?

There was no longer any need for confirmation.

Fengguang’s voice wavered nervously, “Xiaoxiao… If I told you… if I said that I am… I am the mother you’ve been searching for… Would you believe me?”

Xiaoxiao froze.

Shang Baizi froze too.

The two of them were so in sync in their stunned silence.

Fengguang, afraid Xiaoxiao wouldn’t believe her, continued, “I still remember… when I gave birth to you on Haomiao Peak, you had two little black wings on your back. I even asked your father if he also had wings like that…”

Xiaoxiao replied, confused, “Father later told me… those black wings belong to the lineage of the Demon King… and I can hide them if I want…”