"Zhao Rui?"
Mo Ling'Er said, a little shy and frustrated, "He never listens to me. I can't find him."
"Your strength still needs to improve. You're not far from the Domain Realm, are you?"
Mo Wuji said meaningfully.
"Father, I will work hard."
"Mm!"
Mo Wuji's gaze sharpened as he looked at her. He mused for a moment, then said, "In that case, we'll just have to wait until we see him."
After speaking, Mo Wuji paused for a moment before continuing, "This boy is already no weaker than I am. If..."
"Three saints in one family... Go on!"
"Father!"
Mo Ling'Er was mortified. She stomped her foot and pouted, the very picture of a bashful young girl, without a trace of the Witch Venerable's bearing.
"A daughter can't be kept at home forever. Go on. If he won't come to you, then you go find him."
"I understand, Father."
Mo Ling'Er's red lips curled up slightly. She pursed them, her eyes darted about slyly, and then she spun around and skipped cheerfully out of the grand hall.
