Supreme Purity Peak looked as it always had.
Su Miao did not slow down in the slightest, her skirts flying behind her.
"Master—!"
Like a cannonball, she slammed solidly into Laozi's arms.
"Master—I'm back—"
Laozi patted her back twice.
"Mm. It is good that you are back."
Su Miao rubbed the head buried in the crook of his neck, then began pouring out her complaints like a spilled bag of beans.
"It was awful out there! Being Sect Master was exhausting! Those Jade Slips were piled higher than mountains! And disciples fighting over Spirit Fields, the Demon Clan sneaking into the Branch Altar's mineral veins... and more, more! There were always people trying to hurt me! Those shameless Minghe and Kunpeng ambushed me. If Houtu hadn't arrived in time, your disciple might not have made it back!"
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she sounded.
Only then did Laozi, who had been listening quietly, gently pat her back again.
"Knowing it was hard, you should have returned sooner."
In the Jie Sect group chat.
Qiong Xiao could not help laughing at the way Su Miao poured out her grievances on the Light Curtain.
Little Senior Sister's mouth was like a floodgate that had been opened.
Zhao Gongming: She was deeply wronged. She could not cry while serving as Sect Master outside, so can't she cry a little when she gets home?
Bi Xiao: "If I had suffered so much outside, I'd pour out all my bitterness the moment I returned to the mountain and saw Master too."
Dayu stood outside Fire Cloud Cave, watching Su Miao throw herself into Laozi's arms on the Light Curtain. His throat bobbed.
He thought of his daughter.
She had once run over and thrown herself into his arms just like that, calling softly,