Yang Qingxi answered calmly: "Foundation Building."
"…."
Yang Qingyun's eyes widened again.
"Not just a cultivator… My daughter is actually a genius?!"
Then she suddenly laughed bitterly.
"Heh…"
"Fate truly enjoys playing tricks."
Soon, her gaze landed on Su Mo again.
"It was because of you, wasn't it? You taught her."
"You could say that." Su Mo nodded honestly.
After all, he really had taught Miss Yang many things.
Yang Qingyun immediately showed an "as expected" expression.
After all, no matter how talented Yang Qingxi was, suddenly reaching the Foundation Building stage without guidance was impossible.
Thus, Yang Qingyun's imagination began running wildly once more.
"You discovered Qingxi's talent…"
"And didn't want her abilities to go to waste."
"So you stayed beside her in the name of being a bodyguard while actually teaching her cultivation. All those late-night visits in reality were actually teaching cultivation?"
