"Such a sweet mouth."
Moon Palace Slave still pinched Yu Zhiwen's soft, tender cheek, swiftly calming her emotions.
She had waited thirty years. She had not even hoped to see him again, and now that another chance had appeared, ordinary people might have gazed until their eyes wore through. She was in no hurry.
"You two were far too careless."
"If Dao Qiongchang had been a little more despicable, then I at that time..."
She had nagged for half a sentence before, looking at the two unfamiliar faces before her, Moon Palace Slave remembered that these were not the rash A-Li, nor the little Dao from before.
Times had changed, people and things were no longer the same. This was already a new generation.
She had neither the standing nor the right to keep nagging, and would only make herself tiresome. She smiled faintly, said no more about what-ifs, and returned to the matter at hand. "I'll go to Lingyu Mountain with you, but we all need to disguise ourselves. So long as we avoid the Ancestor God's notice, we'll have enough means to protect ourselves."
She pointed at the two women before her, indicating that those faces were far too conspicuous. After a pause, she continued, "And with me by your side, Dao Qiongchang will at least not dare make trouble from the rear. His schemes are vast."
"I still cannot see Dao Xuanji at present, but given her temperament, she will not rest. Her shadow must be within this game. If not at the front, then at the rear."
"I guess she may have entered Crossroads Corner. This time, the one she has set her sights on may be Xiang'er... Xiang Yaoyao, the Xiang... Aunt you speak of."
Even Moon Palace Slave's face took on an amused look