He, Xianmo Flower

[Master!]

The voice transmission clearly imprinted in her mind told Qiao Wanjun that her senses had not been wrong.

The Divine Weapon Sea Dust Clarity Sword she had once left behind on the Heaven Realm Battlefield had now returned to the human world.

A ripple stirred her heart, which had been as still as an ancient well. She sent back, [How did you return to the human world?]

[The Young Master brought me back.]

Qiao Wanjun's hand holding the brush trembled lightly.

Ranran had returned?

In less than three years, had he fought his way out of the Mountain Realm, carved his way through the Heaven Realm, and returned to the human world?

The delight in Qiao Wanjun's heart was gradually replaced by doubt. Such an achievement was indeed inconceivable.

Even she, back then, had not managed to reach such heights.

Or had Immortal Sheep personally stepped in and fished Ranran out of the Heaven Realm?

[Master.] The sword spirit knew her master's temperament well and did not dare disturb her when she was being ignored. But the Cloud Sea Sword was in Lu Ran's hand, and he was urging the sword spirit to communicate.

[How did you meet?] Qiao Wanjun transmitted again.

[The Young Master's Cloud Sea Knife overlapped with my domain, and that was how he found me.]

Qiao Wanjun set down her brush. This situation did not surprise her.

Her gaze shifted to the Hanging Silk Jasmine at the corner of the desk. The gift he had given her was still blooming brilliantly.

[Is he well?] Qiao Wanjun extended one hand, her slender fingers gently brushing the petals.

[The Young Master is very well. His bearing does not pale beside yours in your prime.]

A faint smile appeared on Qiao Wanjun's face. [Which layer of Heaven did