林薇正坐在后山小亭子里生闷气，那本被退回来的《基础练气诀》还老老实实地 лежит on the stone table, like a stubborn little rascal who won’t admit his mistakes. She took a deep breath and composing herself, trying to think of a way to coax the little guy, but she couldn’t help frowning when she thought of his earlier attitude.

Just as she was about to stand up and go back to the house, a small figure quickly rushed over and jumped onto the stone table. It was the little guy, that little troublemaker she had raised since hatching. He had a round face and big eyes, looking very cute, but his expression now was a bit smug.

"Brother Lin, why are you so angry?" The little guy asked, his voice full of concern. He had always been sensitive to Lin Wei's mood and knew that when she was angry, it was best not to provoke her further.

Lin Wei sighed and shook her head. "I'm not angry with you," she said, "but with that selfish old man. He doesn't appreciate your efforts."

The little guy's eyes widened. "Old man? Which old man?" He had many elders in the sect, but he didn't know which one was being referred to.