Mother and Son Reunited at Last!

Xiao Yang's words came out in a jumble. His mind was a tangled mess, filled with too many questions and too many things he couldn't understand. He didn't know where to begin.

Ye Qingmei looked at his anxious expression and smiled gently. She raised a hand and softly smoothed the crease in his brow.

"Silly child, don't rush. I'm here now, aren't I?"

Her voice had a soothing quality that calmed Xiao Yang's chaotic thoughts in an instant.

"I know you have a lot of questions, and I know your father is trapped in the Divine Ruins. All these years, I've been cultivating in secret, waiting for the day I could rescue him."

Ye Qingmei's gaze turned toward the secret chamber. A trace of tenderness and guilt flickered in her eyes.

"I just didn't expect you to rescue him first, or that he would be on the brink of death. Luckily—luckily, I got here in time."

Her words were calm, but Xiao Yang could hear how perilous it had been.

His mother must have paid an unimaginable price to get here.

"Mother, you..."

Xiao Yang started to ask another question, but Ye Qingmei shook her head, signaling him to wait.

She turned around, her gaze settling on the red-clad woman in Feng Qingxue and Hong Qingcheng's arms. Her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was faint.

Under Ye Qingmei's gaze, Feng Qingxue and Hong Qingcheng immediately felt a wave of pressure.

The woman before them looked as gentle as water, but the sight of her killing two Holy Lords with a flick of her finger and casually wiping out a Demon Lord billions of miles away was still fresh in their minds.

The overwhelming authority to decide who lived and died had been branded deep into their