Dongfang Honghong was startled so badly that her three souls and seven spirits nearly flew out of her body.
"Your mother is here."
She hurriedly handed the Little one in her arms back to Yan Xuefei, who patted her on the back and comforted her. "Qianqian, don't be afraid. I'm here."
"Waaah..."
Seeing someone familiar, the Little one cried even louder, lying in Yan Xuefei's arms and sobbing.
A moment later, the Little one stopped crying and blinked her red-rimmed eyes as she looked around.
"Xuefei, she... why is she here?" The Yan Family's Old Ancestor was somewhat afraid of having this child stay in his home.
It wasn't for any other reason. If something happened, the King of Hell's fury was more than the Yan Family could bear.
The Grand Elder felt the same way. Whenever he remembered the first time he had met Ling Yun, his legs began trembling uncontrollably.
"She's already here. What else can we say?"
Yan Xuefei truly couldn't understand what there was to fear about this child.
The Little one's mood gradually settled. She made no sound, and her dark, profound eyes were like a soft and charming night.
The corner of Dongfang Honghong's mouth twitched. This Little one is ridiculously adorable when she isn't crying. Those chubby cheeks must be wonderful to pinch.
"Old Ancestor, Grandpa, please don't be anxious. It's not that I made this decision without careful consideration. It's just that no matter what happens, the Yan Family will have to weather this calamity."
Yan Xuefei looked at everyone and spoke slowly.
"What do you mean?"
The Yan Family's Old Ancestor furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with confusion.
"This time, we provoked the Snow Dragon Clan. They'll certainly pour out all their strength and fight us to the death. Don't