Bathroom.
In the tranquil space, clear, shallow spirit spring water flowed quietly.
Lu Yuan did not rush back. He deliberately slowed every movement, silently lingering in this peaceful area.
He understood perfectly well that the mental transmission just now, along with the excuse for leaving, had been meant to give the mother and daughter, who had been deadlocked for centuries, some undisturbed time alone.
The estrangement accumulated over the years, the grievances buried deep in their hearts, and the concern they had never been able to voice all needed enough time to slowly dissolve.
He did not wish to rashly return and break this hard-won gentle atmosphere, much less disturb the precious moment when mother and daughter were breaking the ice and reconciling.
Second by second, time flowed slowly onward.
He waited patiently for a long while. Only after judging that the emotions in the hall had settled and the knots in their hearts had loosened did he straighten his clothes, turn around, and head back toward the banquet hall with calm, steady steps.
The heavy hall doors were gently pushed open, and soft spiritual light washed over him.
Lu Yuan raised his eyes, immediately catching the subtle changes.
The atmosphere in the hall had long shed its former stiffness and stagnation, gaining a few traces of relaxed, gentle warmth.
Vierveia sat upright upon a jade chair. Her usually gentle yet cool eyes were faintly red, the corners still bearing traces of tears. All the distance in her eyes had faded away, leaving only soft affection.
Aiselandier was much the same. Her long lashes still held faint dampness, and the slight redness from crying had not fully faded from her cheeks. Yet her expression was especially relaxed, no longer carrying her former restraint, unease, and deliberate aloofness.
Clearly, during their