Dad? Mom? What are you doing here?

The atmosphere grew a little awkward. The three women had secrets weighing on their minds, and they were so nervous they had no idea how to start a conversation, afraid of saying the wrong thing. Lin Tianxiao and Ye Wan'er, meanwhile, thought that although these three young women were outstanding, they seemed... a little too reserved. Was it because they were strangers and elders?

Ye Wan'er was the first to break the silence. Turning to Jiang Weiwei, who sat nearest to her, she asked gently, "You must be Jiang Weiwei, the one Zhixi mentioned? She told me you possess both life and light attributes, a rare gift indeed. How impressive."

Called out by name, Jiang Weiwei's cheeks flushed even redder. She quickly replied modestly, "You flatter me, Aunt Ye. Compared to the soldiers fighting on the front lines, I'm nothing." Her voice was soft and her answer proper, but the slight tremble in her fingertips still betrayed her nerves.

"Healing the wounded and saving lives is a boundless merit. There's no need to be modest." Ye Wan'er smiled and nodded, then turned her gaze to Fang Yao. "And you must be Fang Yao. Zhixi said your marksmanship is divine, and that you have the makings of a Goddess of War. Seeing you today, with your spirited bearing, I can tell the stories didn't exaggerate."

Fang Yao clasped her fists, doing her best to keep her voice steady. "You're too kind, Aunt Ye. It's a martial artist's duty to protect their companions, nothing more." She paused, then summoned her courage to ask, "May I ask where you and Uncle Lin came from? It seems... you're not from our Sacred Martial Continent?" She wanted to be sure.

Lin Tianxiao answered, "That's right. My wife and I come from another Human Race world: