Ziyuan anxiously awaited Lin Feng, occasionally shedding crystal-clear tears like jade drops, presenting an image that was pitifully touching.
"I must become a strong cultivator in the future, Ziyuan thought, so as never to hinder the young master again."
Ziyuan bit her lip.
"Whoosh." From afar, a figure hurried over. Seeing that familiar silhouette, Ziyuan cried tears of joy and threw herself into the arms of the newcomer.
"Young Master, you've finally returned. Ziyuan has been so worried," Ziyuan sobbed pitifully, like a tearful pear blossom.
Lin Feng consoled her, "See, I'm fine, aren't I? We shouldn't stay here too long; let's hurry."
Lin Feng and Ziyuan quickly left.
...
City of Mist!
Nalan Family.
"Something terrible has happened!" A guard from the Nalan Family rushed to the side of Nalan Hong's study.
The butler, who had been inside, came out, his expression darkening as he said, "What's all this panic? Where's your decorum?"
