Jiang Qingge, looking at Jiang Lingyue who suddenly started crying, was a bit puzzled. She quickly walked up to her sister, wiped her tears, and said with a chuckle.
"Why are you crying? You're so grown up already. Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Sister, I'm sorry." Jiang Lingyue looked at Jiang Qingge who was close by, leaned on her shoulder, and sobbed.
"I can't help but think that if I have to stay on the mountain for a year or two and can't see you all, I just can't bear it."
Hearing this, Jiang Qingge also felt a bit emotional, knowing that her sister had never left home for long before.
Now suddenly having to leave the Jiang Family to go to Wuxiang Mountain for cultivation, it was understandable she couldn't easily accept the sorrow of leaving home.
"It's okay, it's okay. If you miss home, just come down to visit, or we can go up the mountain to see you."
