The sun sank in the west.
Lately, the little angel had often seen her mother staring out the window in a daze, a thread of sorrow appearing on her face from time to time.
This had been going on for a long time.
It seemed to have started when Mother awakened her bloodline.
Ye Ranxing tugged on Ye Zhaoxuan. Like a little grown-up, she spoke in a special babyish voice, carefully enunciating each word. "Mother misses home."
"Misses home?" Ye Zhaoxuan's voice was just as soft and sweet. "Do we have another home?"
Ye Ranxing answered with utmost seriousness, "Of course. I heard Ye Daoyan say that our ancestral home is in the First Lower Realm. Our grandparents are over there."
Ye Zhaoxuan thought for a while. "I do know about that."
"But didn't they abandon Mother?"
Ye Ranxing glared at Ye Zhaoxuan. "What do you mean, abandon her? Even if they did, it's still a knot in Mother's heart. It definitely needs to be resolved."
Scolded by her younger sister, Ye Zhaoxuan looked dejected and fiddled with her angel wings. "But I'm still just a little baby too. I can't go to the lower realm and help Mother find our grandparents."
Yangyang heard her two younger sisters talking and popped her head out from behind them, squeezing between the little black-and-white bundles. "Don't worry. Ye Qingxian Mom will definitely figure something out."
She had the utmost confidence in that.
Yangyang had inherited more of Ye Qingxian's divine bloodline than any of her daughters. In theory, she could inherit as much as seventy or eighty percent of Ye Qingxian's intelligence, with the rest being the unique intelligence she got from Ye Xiaoyao.
Since she could understand the matter now, then in Yangyang's eyes, Ye Qingxian, the wisest person in Supreme