" Wan'er! Is that Wan'er?!"
The two people who had still been beneath the clan monument, heads bowed in prayer as though at the foot of the Divine Mountain, suddenly looked up. The woman, whose face already showed fine wrinkles, raised her head in a daze and looked toward the three figures standing silently not far behind them.
Looking at the husband and wife who had already turned around, Yao Wan felt as if her feet had sunk into ten thousand towering mountains across the Dou Qi Continent. She could no longer move.
Her slender fingertips subconsciously clenched the corner of Xiao Yan's clothes. A nervousness and embarrassment that had not appeared in a long time filled her heart, leaving her even more at a loss.
Yao Wan subconsciously wanted to hide behind Xiao Yan.
She did not know what feelings she ought to hold toward these two people who had brought her to the Dou Qi Continent.
Only, now that things had come to this, it was too late to say any of that.
"Wan'er—my Wan'er—"
Although her cultivation, because of the Dou Di Bloodline, had now made her one of the strongest existences between heaven and earth, in the end, she was merely an old woman past fifty. After so many years, now that she had finally seen her daughter, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Yao Wan, who had been about to retreat, and for a time cried until she could not speak.
Xiao Yan released Yao Wan's hand at just the right moment, letting her birth mother hold her tightly.
Yao Wan still remembered the appearance of the woman before her eyes. It was not something she had actively remembered, but the powerful soul she had been born with had engraved many memories from