Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3093: Second Senior Brother, Come Out for a Moment

Earlier, my calls to Little Junior Sister were met with silence, yet I was urged to call again and again. Truly, no one behaves like this. She isn't even enthusiastic about her meals; what can I possibly expect from her?

However, upon reaching her bedroom door, I discovered it wasn't fully closed. A gentle knock swung it open.

"Little Junior Sister, Little Junior Sister?"

After calling out twice with no reply, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I had been in Little Junior Sister's room before. As fellow Sect Disciples, we didn't adhere strictly to gender separation and generally got along well—or so I had believed in the past.

"She's not in the room, where could she have gone?"

I was puzzled. How could Little Junior Sister not be in her room? When Gangzhi called her for lunch earlier, she was still here.

"Never mind, I'll search outside."

If she wasn't in her room, she must be out somewhere. She wouldn't have left the courtyard, anyway. Just as I was about to leave, something caught my eye on the vanity table in the corner.

"What's this? Did Little Junior Sister write something?"

Curiosity piqued, I walked over, intending to see what Little Junior Sister wished to convey. Perhaps she intended to complain or seek reconciliation.

But I had guessed incorrectly; it was neither.

The paper on the vanity was a letter addressed to the Saintess Sect, penned in Little Junior Sister's own hand. It informed the Saintess Sect that the children originated from Huayan Peak.

How did Little Junior Sister come to know something that no one else was aware of?

I knew those people hailed from Huayan Peak because Second Senior Brother had told me, repeatedly warning me to keep it a secret.

Where did Little Junior Sister learn this information?

A possibility occurred to me: perhaps Little Junior Sister was unaware. She might have simply thought of using Huayan Peak to deal with those she opposed, leading her to write such a letter!

"What a wretched little thing, truly vile!"

I once thought driving Little Junior Sister to temporary insanity was the height of wickedness, but I never expected her malice to be so unimaginable to ordinary individuals!

Taking a deep breath, I exited Little Junior Sister’s room, the paper clutched in my hand.

"Second Senior Brother, come out here."

Standing at the entrance of the dining hall, I called out to Second Senior Brother.

Second Senior Brother looked up, his brow furrowed. These days, Fifth Junior Brother had been relentlessly attentive, eager for his swift recovery.

Now, being asked to come out—was this a sudden change of heart?

Filled with questions, he set down his chopsticks and followed Fifth Junior Brother outside.

"What is it? Are you avoiding Ninth Junior Brother and the others?" he inquired softly once we reached the courtyard.

"Second Senior Brother, please examine this first."

Fifth Senior Brother produced the paper, handing it to Second Senior Brother.

Although darkness had fallen, as cultivators, we could read it clearly. Second Senior Brother's expression shifted dramatically upon recognizing the handwriting.

"Little Junior Sister's handwriting?"

He turned to Fifth Senior Brother, asking.

Fifth Senior Brother nodded, confirming it was indeed that troublemaker. It wasn't enough for her to cause them trouble; she sought to harm even more people, attempting to manipulate the Saintess Sect.

Did she truly believe the members of the Saintess Sect were so easily swayed? If they discovered her intentions, wouldn't they flay her alive?

At that point, even the Bright Moon Sect would face repercussions.