Thinking of how both husband and wife had now ascended smoothly, becoming mighty Emperors of the Upper Immortal Realm, he realized that henceforth, everyone would seek to befriend them rather than oppose them. The safety concerns they once harbored for their three children would likely no longer exist.
So, if they came to Yunxiao Mountain, would they take the three children back?
At this thought, his brows furrowed. His deep, tranquil gaze swept toward the cave abodes of the three children, a flicker of shadow passing through his eyes.
Taking back those two boys wasn't impossible, but what about Little Qi? The child he'd cherished like the palm of his hand for years, watching her grow up—wouldn't it be too much to take her back?
Those two boys were like silent gourds, always wearing stiff expressions. They rarely spoke, and he probably wouldn't even miss them if they vanished for ten days or a fortnight.
