The scorching sun hung high in the sky. Atop the city walls of Penzes City stood two girls holding parasols. With their graceful figures and beautiful faces, they were none other than Ye Zi and Yisha. The two watched the backs of the departing trio—Ling Xiao, Song Mingyue, and Tiger—until they were out of sight.
Yisha said with a touch of sadness, "Sister Ye Zi, Brother Ling Xiao is getting busier and busier."
Ye Wen Ni sighed softly, taking Yisha's delicate little hand. She chuckled and said, "That's right. As long as we manage the household well for him, we'll have done our part!"
'Just manage the household?' Yisha gazed in the direction Ling Xiao had departed, thinking, 'If I were powerful too, wouldn't I be able to help him more effectively?'
As if she could read Yisha's mind, Ye Wen Ni smiled sweetly and said, "Yisha, don't think too much about it. As long as we do what we do best to the fullest, we'll be demonstrating our greatest value. Understand?"
