Hearing the unfamiliar yet long-missed words "Junior Martial Aunt" confirmed her suspicions, leaving Bai Qingcheng even more shaken.
She'd never imagined it really would be Mo Hua...
According to the rumors from the Old Matriarch, the wild man Zi Xi had raised was actually Mo Hua.
The killing intent around Bai Qingcheng gradually receded.
She examined the young man's features once more and sighed softly to herself.
It really was Mo Hua... Only, after so many years apart, he looked somewhat different from how she remembered him.
He'd grown taller, his frame more slender, and his face had matured somewhat.
The red-lipped, white-toothed Little Array Master of his childhood had grown into someone with brows clear as the moon, serene as an immortal.
He'd become even more strikingly beautiful.
And precisely because of that, things had become even worse...
Bai Qingcheng's brows drew together, her heart sinking.
Mo Hua and Zi Xi had been innocent childhood companions, cultivating and venturing together as senior and junior disciples, their feelings gradually taking root.
But they had been young then, ignorant and naive, and had known enough to restrain themselves.
Now that they were grown, one so handsome and the other so beautiful, living day and night in a picturesque Small Blessed Land, their old affection would likely blaze like wildfire the moment the spring wind blew...
Matters of love were far too easy to get wrong.
These two children truly gave her no peace of mind.
As Bai Qingcheng's thoughts turned, her frown deepened.
Once Mo Hua realized that this True Person before him was junior martial sister's mother—and his own Junior Martial Aunt—he obediently lowered his eyes.
Taking the chance, he also withdrew the killing intent of the Divine Sense Sword from his gaze.
For some reason, Bai Qingcheng suddenly felt