"No, there isn't." because Jin Ling has protection all around him - a family built of Cultivators to watch his back. The sword is further reassurance, of course, but Meng Yao knows, between them, if anything threatened this boy, it would be slaughtered before it knew what hit it.

He still has business with the white-haired man with a heart on his chest.

Not that he can think about anything else when Jin Ling gives him his gift.

No present has ever been finer.

Meng Yao embraces him, stroking over his hair and simply letting himself enjoy Jin Ling's company. The text message is read absently - he doesn't strain to do so - however the words earn a small, shaky smile.

"You are amazing." to put it lightly.