Mo Qing looked at Grandfather with a puzzled expression.

  The old man laughed and said: "It's the breakfast delivery."

  As he spoke, his sleeve waved, and the courtyard door opened by itself. Indeed, a young man in short attire walked in, carrying a food box, accompanied by a little maid of about ten years old.

  The man bowed to Mo Qingchen and the old man shouted, "Alright, put it there." He pointed to a stone table beside him.

  The man quietly walked to the stone table, opened the food box and took out one thing after another, and soon filled the entire stone table. Then he bowed again: "Fifth Master, Sixteenth Miss, please enjoy your meal."

  The man finished speaking and backed out of the courtyard gate, gently closing the large door behind him, while the young girl in her early teens stayed behind.

  "Girl, hurry up and eat, you'll be going to Chaoyang Hall soon." The old man said in a warm voice.

  Jian Mo Qing dust glanced at the little girl a few times, and then said: "This is your personal maid, who will take you to Chaoyang Hall every morning from now on, and also take care of your food and daily life. Hehe, every child who can cultivate will have such an attendant until they are 15 years old. Little girl, come and greet the young lady." The old man said, casting a faint glance at the girl who had been standing still all along.

  The girl then bowed her head respectfully and said in a crisp voice: "Yunzhi pays respects to the young lady."

  "Is it Lingzhi's zhi?" The girl's words reminded Mo Qingchen of his only good friend Liu Lingzhi, and he couldn't help but ask.

  "Miss Hui's words are the branches of a tree." Yun Zhi didn't lift her head and replied respectfully.

  "Hmm, the mountain has trees and the trees have branches. It's also a good name. Yun Zhī Jiě (Cloud Branch Sister), hurry up and get up. Have you eaten yet? If not, let's eat together." Mo Qīng Chén asked.

  "Thank you so much for your kindness, Miss," Yunzhi said hastily. "I don't dare, I've already eaten."

  Mo Qingdun was stunned and came to this world, working as a cow and horse at his uncle's house without feeling it. It wasn't until he arrived here that he deeply felt the gap between classes.

  "There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. Ah, so you've read books too?" The old man's words startled Mo Qingchu to the point of breaking out in a cold sweat.

  Mo Qingchen hastily said: "When I was at my uncle's house, there was a teacher next door who was very kind to me and taught me to recognize some characters."

  The old man nodded in satisfaction and said, "It's good this way. Alright, hurry up and eat, the first day of cultivation is not to be late."

  The old man handed Mo Qingchen a pair of ivory chopsticks and pushed the dishes in front of her.

  Mo Qingchu hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Grandfather, where is my father?"

  She had a faint feeling that her father, whom she had never met, might have something unexpected happen to him, otherwise he wouldn't have been absent all day yesterday, and others hadn't mentioned it much either.

  But isn't it normal for a six-year-old girl to ask where her father is?

  The old man's chopsticks dropped the bamboo shoots onto the table, but he immediately stared intently at Mo Qingchen, and after a long while, stretched out his large hand to pat Mo Qingchen's head: "Your father... is no longer here. Girl, do you understand what 'no longer here' means?"

  Mo Qingchen nodded and said: "Is it like when Mother was gone at first, and then I never saw Mother again?"

  Mo Qingchen spoke up to here, recalling all sorts of things from his past life, and couldn't help but shed tears.

  The old man saw the small, thin child crying like an adult and sighed sympathetically: "Girl, don't cry anymore. When you enter the immortal path, you'll understand. We people should look at life and death lightly, otherwise we'll be tied down too much and hinder your pursuit of eternal life. However, since you asked about your father, today when you come back, Grandpa will take you to your father's grave to burn a stick of incense, which can also fulfill the fate between you and your father."

  The old man spoke lightly, but Mo Qingchen could see that he was still deeply saddened. He thought to himself: the great way is without emotion, but can people really achieve this?

  The old man saw Mo Qingchen still not speaking, and his mouth slightly curled up: "Alright, hurry up and eat. If you're late again, that won't be good." After saying that, he surprisingly started eating quickly.

  Mo Qingchen was stunned for a moment and then quickly sped up.

  After the two finished eating, the old man instructed again: "Girl, our Mo family's rules, problems such as juniors getting along and cultivating themselves must be solved by oneself. If someone gives you a hard time when you go there, don't be too tolerant either, because within the clan, competition is encouraged, as long as it doesn't involve taking lives."

  Mo Qingchen nodded obediently, thinking to himself that families of cultivators indeed placed more emphasis on actual strength compared to ordinary families. Yesterday, his fourteenth uncle had also said something similar, it seemed that the days ahead wouldn't be as calm and peaceful as he had imagined.

  Mo Qingchen was deep in thought, when the old man suddenly changed his tone and said with a sly smile: "However, little girl, you are Mo Daxian's granddaughter. If anyone bullies you, just tell Grandpa, although Grandpa doesn't like to interfere on the surface, but making him wear a pair of small shoes is what Grandpa is best at, haha..."

  Mo Qingchen with a black line all over his face was led out of the courtyard by Yun Zhi when he could still hear Mo Dajian's laughter.

  Mo Qingchen followed Yun Zhī to the hand-painted corridor, walking around among the strange rocks and trees. It's no wonder that in this clan, even children under 15 years old would be arranged with attendants, as navigating these paths was already enough to give people a headache.

  She looked at Yunzhi who was always half a step behind her, walking neatly on the path, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Sister Yunzhi, where are you from?"

  Mo Qingchen wasn't originally a gossip-loving person, but seeing Yun Zhi like this, expecting her to take the initiative to speak up was impossible. They couldn't keep interacting like this forever, it was too oppressive. Since that's the case, taking advantage of her identity and making the first move herself was also necessary.

  Yun Zhi was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Mo Qingchen to take the initiative to talk to her. She thought to herself that this Sixteen Miss was indeed from outside, and if it were those young masters and misses from their own clan who had spiritual roots since birth, they would absolutely disdain talking to someone like herself, an ordinary person.

  "Yunzhi sister?" Mo Qingchen saw Yunzhi spacing out, and almost ran into a apricot tree in front of her, couldn't help but call out.

  Yunzhi's face, always so proper and composed, flashed a hint of embarrassment, before he said, "As Miss Mo said, I am indeed a member of the Mo family."

  Meng Qingchu's face was filled with doubt, and Yunzhi secretly thought that this young lady seemed to know nothing, so she might as well tell her more. After all, she was her personal maid, and their fates were tied together. She said, "Miss may not know, but I, Yunzhi, am also a member of the Mo family, just a branch that has not produced any children with spiritual roots for three generations."

  "What, that, you're really my cousin? Why, why..." Mo Qingchen was truly surprised. She had originally thought Yunzhi was a little servant girl bought from outside, but she didn't expect her to be the same as herself, also a member of the Mo clan.

  What's wrong with this Mo family, why would they make their own clansmen serve as maids?