After more than ten years, Xiao Yu's appearance had hardly changed; he was still a handsome young master.
Oh no, he should now be the handsome head of the Xiao family.
Saint Ruan was a bit embarrassed to see him and, while akimbo, was ready to make a quick escape, "Ah, the weather is nice today, I must go back and get a good sleep..."
"Saint Ruan."
Just as Saint Ruan was about to step out, he heard Xiao Yu's deep, icy voice.
With a grimace, he turned back resignedly, looking at Xiao Yu with a pained expression, "Sir, spare me! I really haven't... found Ningning yet!"
His poor foster son, lost for over a decade, oh woe!
But he really had tried his best!
"I've been running around the Nine Continents for over ten years, with disciples everywhere, teaching them skills so they could help me search, but until now... really nothing!"
Saint Ruan cried in frustration.
