The moment Xing'er stepped outside, a crowd of immortals flew over in high spirits. They were all the children of major aristocratic clans, people of either wealth or status, and had all received excellent educations. After undergoing more than a decade of upheaval, most of them had recovered, with some even completely healed. They had merely been waiting to bid Xing'er farewell before leaving, so the moment she emerged from seclusion, everyone gathered around her, milling noisily at the entrance to the Supervisor's residence.
Sun Chongyang also hurried out of the residence with his two children to welcome her. After all, to them, Xing'er was their benefactor.
Everyone surrounded Xing'er and showered her with gratitude. Xing'er didn't dare claim the credit, however, and dragged me out to heap praise upon me again. I had no intention of teaching the child to parrot my words. It would be better to use this opportunity to teach her how to conduct herself and deal with others. The shape of her life would be different from then on; she was destined to climb to the very top of the pyramid. She wouldn't get anywhere without some worldly experience.
Sun Chongyang and his two children soon reached the gates. Xing'er was chatting animatedly with everyone, and when she glanced back, I saw what Sun Chongyang looked like now. He had already recovered the appearance of a middle-aged man of around fifty. He was indeed handsome enough to make quite a few young women's eyes burn, while the young men all looked on with envy, jealousy, and hatred. If he hadn't been an elder, they probably would have cursed him under their breath.
Sun Chongyang had an imposing bearing, but his complexion was tinged with a gloom that lingered faintly. He clearly had something on his