Chapter 165: 165, Gift Chapter 165: 165, Gift Watching the somewhat desolate figure of Mr. Song, Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang felt a twinge of sympathy, yet they also understood that Xiao Ning had her own thoughts. She didn’t want to return to the Song Family, and no one could force her. Moreover, the fault originally lay with the Song Family, if they hadn’t sent Xiao Ning away in the first place, today would never have happened.
“Xiao Ning, I have something to give you,” Qin Yushen retracted his gaze and looked at Song Yan Ning. If it had been him, he wouldn’t return to the Song Family either. Although the Song Family’s attitude towards Xiao Ning had changed, it couldn’t alter the fact they had abandoned her when she was only so young; even if she had a powerful soul within her, what could she have done?
If the Song Family hadn’t sent Xiao Ning to her maternal grandparents but had given her away to someone else, what would her situation be now? So, he thought it was understandable that Xiao Ning would not return to the Song Family. Of course, he hoped that Xiao Ning could return to Beijing, live in Beijing, so that he could see her all the time and watch her grow.
“What?” Song Yan Ning asked curiously. He had always been giving her things, but she had never given him anything.
Qin Yushen glanced at Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang, and transmitted in a low voice, “A weapon I crafted myself; with it, you won’t have to face your enemies empty-handed.” A handy weapon was very important for them; this time, through his grandfather’s connections, he went to the material library and chose a few good materials to craft this weapon for her.
Song Yan Ning wanted to say thank you, but thinking of what Qin Yushen had said before, she swallowed the words at her lips and nodded her head with a smile, then turned to Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang, “Grandpa! Grandma! Qin Yushen and I are going to walk in the park across the street.”
“Okay,” Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang replied with smiles.
It was the middle of the day, and there were only a few elderly people taking leisurely strolls in the park.
The birds chirping in the trees sung melodiously, their clear and pleasant calls made one’s mood turn utterly blissful.
Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen arrived at the lakeside and sat down on a large rock there.
Qin Yushen took out the whip he had crafted and handed it to Song Yan Ning, “See if you like it.”
Song Yan Ning took the whip, examined it for a while, and nodded with a smile, “I really like it.” With this whip, she would indeed have a better chance when facing enemies. She now understood that this world was not as simple as they saw it; aside from Ancient Martial Cultivators, there were also Cultivators.
Storing the whip in her storage bag, Song Yan Ning took out an Empty Ice Stone, previously given to her by Uncle Liu, and several materials she had obtained from the storage bag of a few men dressed in black robes that day, and handed them to Qin Yushen, “These are all for you.” Although her inheritance included artifact crafting techniques, she wasn’t very interested in artifact crafting.
“Where did you get these?” Qin Yushen took the materials, looking curiously at Song Yan Ning.
“The Empty Ice Stone was given to me by Uncle Liu, and these materials were obtained from a few men in black robes. Did you know this world also has Cultivators?” Song Yan Ning recounted her trip to the secret realm to Qin Yushen, including how she obtained the storage bags from those men.
Qin Yushen nodded, “I know. Besides the Ancient Martial Sects, there’s also a Hidden Sect in this world, but people from the Hidden Sect rarely come out, so the chances of encountering them are slim.” He hadn’t expected Xiao Ning to encounter people from the Hidden Sect so soon. He knew about the Hidden Sect from a book left by the Qin Family. Since he hadn’t encountered anyone from the Hidden Sect before, he wasn’t sure if what was written in the book was true.
Song Yan Ning watched the little fish frolicking in the lake, “It seems this world is far more complex than I imagined.”
Qin Yushen smiled softly at Song Yan Ning, her features were exquisitely beautiful, her skin pale, and beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes shined like stars, bright and captivating, “Xiao Ning, when do you plan to revert to your own appearance?” He hoped others wouldn’t see Xiao Ning’s appearance, but he knew that wasn’t possible.
“Let’s talk about it slowly, I don’t want to scare people,” Song Yan Ning stretched lazily and stood up. She planned to gradually change her appearance so even if she became beautiful, it would not be too shocking to others.
“Do you need me to craft a mask for you that can change your appearance?” Qin Yushen asked. With his current level of crafting skills, making a mask that could change someone’s appearance wasn’t difficult.
“No need to trouble yourself, I will use an Eye-blinding Technique; let’s go back,” Song Yan Ning said, fearing that returning late might worry her grandparents.
“Mm,” Qin Yushen nodded and walked with Song Yan Ning toward the courtyard house.
The next morning, Song Yan Ning said goodbye to Yang Lisheng and Li Meixiang and returned to Yang City with Xiang.
Not long after the train had left, Song Yan Ning had Xiang return to the courtyard house. She was capable of protecting herself, but her grandparents were not. With Xiang there, she would feel more at ease.
Song Yan Ning was resting with her eyes closed when she felt someone sit beside her, but she didn’t open her eyes, as it didn’t matter who sat next to her.
Close to arriving at Yang City, Song Yan Ning opened her eyes and checked the time on her phone.
“Little girl, are you alone?” A voice, sounding very kind, came from beside her.
Song Yan Ning turned to look; it was a middle-aged woman. She nodded slightly; she wasn’t fond of talking to strangers.
“Is your family really that bold to let you travel by train alone? Aren’t they afraid you’ll encounter bad people along the way?” the middle-aged woman shook her head, a look of pity in her eyes. She definitely thought that because the child wasn’t pretty, her family had disregarded her.
Seeing the way the middle-aged woman looked at her, Song Yan Ning smiled slightly. She didn’t explain much; the woman was a stranger, and her opinions didn’t matter to Song Yan Ning.
The middle-aged woman took out a scallion pancake from her bag and offered it to Song Yan Ning, “I see you haven’t eaten anything along the way; this is homemade, though it’s a bit cold now.”
“Thank you! I have my own,” Song Yan Ning took out a bread roll and a bottle of water from her bag. She knew the woman meant well, but she wasn’t in the habit of eating food from strangers.
The middle-aged woman smiled and put the scallion pancake back into her bag, “Are you getting off at Yangcheng Station as well?”
“Mm,” Song Yan Ning nodded.
“I am too. This time I’m coming to see my son’s father. He’s working in Yang City, and he called home saying he got his foot injured by steel bars at the construction site,” the middle-aged woman’s face revealed a touch of bitterness. She didn’t know why she was telling these things to a child, but the words just inexplicably came out, and even she found it somewhat incomprehensible.