Wuya Sect.
Yangyang was in my arms.
After nearly half a month of traveling, I finally returned to the sect I once called home.
Yangyang stared at the sect's grand formation, completely sealed off in the distance. "So how are we supposed to get back into Wuya Sect when it's surrounded by enemies? Just the two of us, it's basically impossible..."
Before she could finish, she spotted a group of Wuya Sect disciples who had been sent out to buy supplies.
They were all disguised and wearing face-changing masks.
She had seen many of them before. They were clearly disciples from Bright Moon Peak.
Could it really be this much of a coincidence?
Yangyang's mouth fell open in exaggerated surprise.
So many coincidences had happened over the past half month.
She had said things like that countless times already.
Even with the help of a super long-distance teleportation talisman, an Qi Refining cultivator traveling across several continents with a little one in tow was no less than a flight of fancy.
It was basically impossible.
The two of them had run into danger many times along the way, and every crisis had been resolved in an extremely coincidental fashion.
Even now, Yangyang still found it hard to believe.
The countless subordinates she had prepared in advance hadn't been needed even once.
Yangyang tilted her head.
So was Mom a heaven-sent lucky star?
Or had someone been watching Mom from the shadows all along?
The latter possibility darkened Yangyang's eyes.
"Is that Junior Sister Xiaoyao?" A female cultivator spotted the figure ahead and waved happily. "Junior Sister Xiaoyao! It really is her. Let's hurry over."
"Are you going back to the sect too?"
Lan Twelve was a Direct Disciple of Bright Moon Peak. When she saw me holding Yangyang and surveying