Daiyue stood in silence, her head drooping, shoulders hunched and neck drawn in, waiting for Immortal Meimang's next torrent of a scolding.
Lately, she had noticed that the more she spoke, the more mistakes she made. Immortal Meimang seemed like a mortal woman going through menopause, growing anxious and flying into a rage at the slightest provocation, which left everyone terrified. Daiyue lived in constant fear that one day, through some careless slip, her inner demon would break out and wreak havoc. Getting beaten and injured would be a minor matter; losing her life on the spot was the real danger.
After trembling with anxiety for ages, not only did the other woman not utter a single word of blame, but she instead rambled on and on, repeating the minutiae of Qi cultivation, and at the very end, couldn't help patting Daiyue's head.
Chapter 88