Looking at the young girl in white holding the treasure sword, with a look of unbelief on her face.
Lu Qing's heart and spirit were in a trance for a moment.
Vaguely, it seemed like he saw the little girl from years ago, just waking up in this world, holding a gray bun with a look of surprise.
From the sharp and chilly aura emanating from Little Yan, Lu Qing knew that she must have been through a lot during the years he was away.
A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes, as he slowly descended to the Holy Mountain, arriving in front of the young girl in white.
Little Yan was still staring blankly at Lu Qing, seemingly still unable to believe what she was seeing.
She didn't dare to blink an eye, fearing that everything in sight was merely a dream that would shatter with a blink.
It was only after a while that Little Yan saw Lu Qing hadn't disappeared and was still smiling at her.
She came to realize, this might not be a dream.
