Yang Chen, meanwhile, acted as though nothing had happened.
Many people from the Profound Dao Sect had never been to the undersea palace before. Upon arriving, they looked all around, taking everything in.
Even when they looked at the fishfolk, they observed them with meticulous care.
Yang Chen himself had nothing to do, but his sister, Yang Caidie, was not idle. She led Caiyi over to Yang Chen and bombarded him with questions.
The questions were still about Yang Chen having children. After all, he was no longer young, and as the Yang family's only heir, he had been married to Zhang Xuelian without having a child. This truly worried Yang Caidie.
Yang Chen could only sigh inwardly in helplessness.
He had already reached his current realm, yet his sister was still worrying over children. He truly had no way to deal with it.
Left with no choice, he could only sneak away. Looking around, he wanted to see where his brother Golden Claw and Zhang Xuelian had gone.
No sooner had the thought arisen than a fluctuation in aura came from nearby.
The instant Yang Chen sensed that familiar aura, joy rose in his heart. He looked over, and before long, found Zhang Xuelian's figure.
Dressed in white, Zhang Xuelian drifted over like an immortal, her bearing graceful and elegant.
She exuded an otherworldly purity, neither sorrowful nor joyful, cold and pristine. As she arrived, only a faint, floating fragrance could be smelled. Then, as waves rippled through the water, her lotus feet touched the ground.
Her beautiful eyes turned toward Yang Chen.
This made many people feel envious. Zhang Xuelian's eyes always found Yang Chen at first glance.
When Yang Chen saw Zhang Xuelian, joy likewise rose within him.
Yet soon, a voice transmission drifted into his ears.