"..."
That remark left everyone stunned.
Only then did Lu Qingfeng and Ao Le realize that their children were still standing nearby.
A flush rose across Ao Le's face. She glared at Lu Yao and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why would your own father need an introduction?"
Lu Yao was not afraid.
Her large eyes, so much like her father's, darted between her mother, Ao Le, and her father, 'Divine Lord Guangyuan.'
Lu Xiao stood nearby.
He looked like a younger brother.
When he saw his father look over, and that familiar face from the depths of his memories, his eyes brightened. He called out, "Dad."
The word slipped out.
At once, he felt his blood stir.
The memories of his eighteen years in the Human Realm surged up from the depths of his mind. The image of the herb-garden owner, the image of the mighty and handsome 'Divine Lord Guangyuan' after recovering his original appearance, and the warm, exceptionally handsome living man before him all overlapped.
A sour ache welled up in his heart.
Thinking of the longing he had endured over the years, and the image in his memories that had gradually faded and been buried deep within him, Lu Xiao's nose stung, and his eyes instantly reddened.
He took two steps forward, knelt before Lu Qingfeng, and called out again, "Dad."
This time.
The cry was much more familiar, much more sincere.
Nearby, Lu Yao was infected by Lu Xiao. Feeling tears welling in her eyes, she knelt down as well and called softly, "Dad."
In an instant, she remembered the warm days the family of four had spent together in the mortal-world herb shop.
She lowered her head.
Tears welled up on their own.
"Good."
"Get up, quickly."
Seeing his son and daughter