"Auntie! What brings you here?" The memories in my heart instantly pulled me back to those years—to when Xia Canglan had been full of youthful spirit, leading several disciples and appearing in my line of sight time and again. Later, she had resolved our conflicts and guided Zhao Qian and the others into the Dao. This Aunt Xia was more than just my biological aunt. She was also a benefactor who had helped me countless times.
"What? Don't welcome your aunt?" Though Xia Canglan still looked as she had back then, appearing to be in her thirties, bare-faced and dressed in a plain Daoist robe, with a horsetail whisk casually draped in her hand and a long sword strapped to her back, she had remained unchanged through the years.
"Of course I welcome you! I'm so excited I don't even know what to say!" Unable to contain my joy, I hurried over to guide her to her seat.
As she looked me over, she also glanced at Li Zhier and said with a beaming smile, "You haven't changed, child. There are always women around you. With a Dao heart like yours, I truly have no idea how you managed to reach this point."
I smiled awkwardly and was just trying to think of how to answer when several more auras hurried over. Besides Zhao Qian, Li Qinghe, and Zhang Xiaofei, even Sun Chongyang had come.
"Master." Sun Chongyang bowed respectfully. His teacher had been Xia Canglan, so the prank Sun Chongyang had played on me back then had been the root of our conflict. Of course, although Zhao Qian, Li Qinghe, and Zhang Xiaofei had not studied under Xia Canglan, they either called her Martial Uncle or Martial Aunt and all bowed to her in turn.
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