In the face of cuteness, fame was not worth mentioning.
What? The Martial Ancestor had returned in glory to Dongcang City?
Who cared about that thing!
When they saw Chen Luo carrying the little Ao Wu, who looked like a tiny ball of flesh, all those waiting to welcome the Martial Ancestor cast the matter aside.
Had they not seen her? The Martial Ancestor's eldest daughter, Princess Zhao, had arrived!
What great joy!
What? The Martial Ancestor had returned with her, making it a double blessing?
Hmph, Chen Zhancha was worthy of that?
The people of Dongcang had eyes only for Princess Zhao!
Look, what was the first human city Princess Zhao had descended upon?
Dongcang!
Not Central Capital, which talked about being at the center of the world every day.
Dongcang City had been the first to fill the blank of a human city without Princess Zhao's arrival!
In this round, the people of Dongcang had won a crushing victory!
Chen Luo knew his place and had deliberately carried Princess Zhao around Dongcang City, letting everyone see what the little princess looked like!
That single appearance sent Dongcang City into an even greater frenzy.
Where had anyone ever seen such an adorable child? Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes blinked brightly, two white tiger ears poked out from her hair, and every so often she hugged her own tail and gnawed on it. Two little wings flickering with lightning sprouted from her back. She was especially polite when meeting people, pursing her little lips and calling out, "Ao wu, ao wu!"
Just ask—whose heart had not melted from cuteness?
Not human?
Bah!
The little one carried the Martial Ancestor's bloodline in her body. Who dared say she was not human?
She was a child of humanity!