"Wan'er! Is that Wan'er?!"
The two who had been beneath the Clan Tablet, praying with bowed heads as though at the foot of the Divine Mountain, suddenly looked up. The woman, whose face had already become lined with fine wrinkles, raised her head in a daze and looked toward the three people silently standing not far behind them.
As she looked at the couple who had turned around, Yao Wan's feet seemed to have sunk beneath the countless mountains of the Dou Qi Continent, leaving her unable to move.
Her slender fingers unconsciously clenched Xiao Yan's sleeve. A nervousness and awkwardness she had not felt in a long time filled her heart, leaving her at a loss.
Yao Wan instinctively wanted to hide behind Xiao Yan.
She did not know what sort of feelings she should hold toward these two people who had brought her into the Dou Qi Continent.
But at this point, it was too late to say such things.
"Wan'er—my Wan'er—"
Although her cultivation had made her one of the strongest beings in the world due to the Dou Di Bloodline, she was, in the end, merely an elderly woman past fifty. After so many years, she had finally seen her daughter again. She stepped forward and pulled the retreating Yao Wan into her embrace, weeping until she could no longer speak.
Xiao Yan released Yao Wan's hand at the right moment, allowing her birth mother to hold her tightly.
Yao Wan still remembered the appearance of the woman before her. It was not something she had deliberately remembered; rather, her innately powerful soul had engraved many memories from after her birth into her mind.
This woman, whom she had only glimpsed at the moment of her birth, did not inspire the same warm and sincere feelings