For her, she had gradually gotten used to the lack of tears, but now that she thought about helping others, she still hoped that she could shed a few tears, so that she could help them solve their difficulties.

"Qingyun, it is a good thing to have no tears. I don't want you to cry. I hope you will be happy every day." Yue Biyao showed a kind smile on her face. When she first learned that Yue Qingyun was a saint, she didn't either.

The only solution was to suppress her tears.

Yue Qingyun pouted slightly, and then stopped discussing this topic with Yue Biyao. She knew that the queen mother would definitely not tell her. In this case, she could only go to the elder quietly.

"Elder Hai, Qingyun is here to see you." Yue Qingyun walked into a courtyard like an ancestral hall carrying a box of cakes.

I saw an old man with white hair sitting on the ground in the center of the courtyard. The old man was Hai Yi, the highest elder of the Shark tribe.

Yue Qingyun walked up and saw Hai Yi meditating, so she obediently walked towards the stone table in the yard carrying the cakes, put down the things, rested her chin with her hands and stared at Hai Yi quietly.

She was thinking, she asked him if he would tell her, she always felt that her mother seemed to be hiding something from her, and she thought those things must be related to her tears.

After waiting for a while, the white-haired old man on the ground opened his eyes. After letting out a breath, he stood up and walked towards Yue Qingyun with a smile.

"Holy girl, why are you free to come to my place today?" Hai Yi teased Yue Qingyun while stroking his white beard.

Yue Qingyun smiled sweetly at him, opened the lid of the pastries, and said with a smile, "Elder Hai, these are very delicious pastries."

Hai Yi craned his neck to take a look, laughed loudly, and sat down opposite Yue Qingyun.

"If you have anything to do with the saint, just tell me directly! There is no need to use this cake to bribe this elder."

"Elder Hai, how can you say this to me? I thought I hadn't seen you for a few days, so I brought some pastries over here." Yue Qingyun always had a sweet and gentle smile on her face.

Hai Yi didn't understand Yue Qingyun. He smiled slyly and said, "No matter why you are here, thank you for your preparation for these pastries."

Yue Qingyun smiled and shook her head, then brought all the pastries to the table. In an instant, a seductive and sinful aroma hit her nostrils.

Hai Yi took it and tasted it unceremoniously. After a few bites, he said with unclear words of appreciation, "Well, not bad, it is indeed a good pastry."

Yue Qingyun waited until he had eaten a few, and then said with a leisurely smile, "Elder Hai, as the saying goes, eaters are soft-mouthed, so can you tell me something?"

"What does the saint want to know about?" Hai Yi asked, frowning and eating pastries.

Yue Qingyun smiled lightly and said, "Elder Hai, I want to know why I don't have tears and how can I have tears?"

Hai Yi, who was eating pastries, stopped all movements of his hands and mouth after hearing this. He stared at Yue Qingyun with satisfaction and seriousness, and said lightly, "Why does the saint ask this?"

"Because I want tears." Yue Qingyun said directly.

Hai Yi was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion, "What do you want tears for?"

"Help others!" Yue Qingyun smiled as calmly as the breeze.

Hai Yi's frown deepened. Did she need her tears to help others? What's more, she had no tears at all.

"There's probably nothing we can do about it. You were born without tears." He said seriously. For her, she had long been used to the fact that she didn't have tears, but now that she thought about helping others, she still hoped that she could shed a few drops.

Tears, this can help them solve their difficulties.

"Qingyun, it is a good thing to have no tears. I don't want you to cry. I hope you will be happy every day." Yue Biyao showed a kind smile on her face. When she first learned that Yue Qingyun was a saint, she didn't either.

The only solution was to suppress her tears.

Yue Qingyun pouted slightly, and then stopped discussing this topic with Yue Biyao. She knew that the queen mother would definitely not tell her. In this case, she could only go to the elder quietly.

"Elder Hai, Qingyun is here to see you." Yue Qingyun walked into a courtyard like an ancestral hall carrying a box of cakes.

I saw an old man with white hair sitting on the ground in the center of the courtyard. The old man was Hai Yi, the highest elder of the Shark tribe.

Yue Qingyun walked up and saw Hai Yi meditating, so she obediently walked towards the stone table in the yard carrying the cakes, put down the things, rested her chin with her hands and stared at Hai Yi quietly.

She was thinking, she asked him if he would tell her, she always felt that her mother seemed to be hiding something from her, and she thought those things must be related to her tears.

After waiting for a while, the white-haired old man on the ground opened his eyes. After letting out a breath, he stood up and walked towards Yue Qingyun with a smile.

"Holy girl, why are you free to come to my place today?" Hai Yi teased Yue Qingyun while stroking his white beard.

Yue Qingyun smiled sweetly at him, opened the lid of the pastries, and said with a smile, "Elder Hai, these are very delicious pastries."

Hai Yi craned his neck to take a look, laughed loudly, and sat down opposite Yue Qingyun.

"If you have anything to do with the saint, just tell me directly! There is no need to use this cake to bribe this elder."

"Elder Hai, how can you say this to me? I thought I hadn't seen you for a few days, so I brought some pastries over here." Yue Qingyun always had a sweet and gentle smile on her face.

Hai Yi didn't understand Yue Qingyun. He smiled slyly and said, "No matter why you are here, thank you for your preparation for these pastries."

Yue Qingyun smiled and shook her head, then brought all the pastries to the table. In an instant, a seductive and sinful aroma hit her nostrils.

Hai Yi took it and tasted it unceremoniously. After a few bites, he said with unclear words of appreciation, "Well, not bad, it is indeed a good pastry."

Yue Qingyun waited until he had eaten a few, and then said with a leisurely smile, "Elder Hai, as the saying goes, eaters are soft-mouthed, so can you tell me something?"

"What does the saint want to know about?" Hai Yi asked, frowning and eating pastries.

Yue Qingyun smiled lightly and said, "Elder Hai, I want to know why I don't have tears and how can I have tears?"

Hai Yi, who was eating pastries, stopped all movements of his hands and mouth after hearing this. He stared at Yue Qingyun with satisfaction and seriousness, and said lightly, "Why does the saint ask this?"

"Because I want tears." Yue Qingyun said directly.

Hai Yi was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion, "What do you want tears for?"

"Help others!" Yue Qingyun smiled as calmly as the breeze.

Hai Yi's frown deepened. Did she need her tears to help others? What's more, she had no tears at all.
Chapter completed!