It asked in a deep voice, "Senior... who are they?"
The Six-Armed Chi Demon wanted to speak but held back. This senior carried not the slightest trace of Killing Intent; she clearly had not come looking for trouble. She probably had some karmic ties to these young cultivators.
The woman's expression was gentle, without a hint of impatience. She smiled. "One of them is my nephew."
"Senior, the flood has washed into the Dragon King's temple. This junior absolutely had no intention of severing their immortal paths!"
At those words, the Six-Armed Chi Demon's body instantly tensed, and cold sweat beaded across its forehead. It had never imagined these young cultivators would have such backing?!
A thread of fear gradually flashed through its eyes. Is this how your Lineage tempers its juniors?!
The woman did not respond to the Six-Armed Chi Demon.
Her gaze was deep as she looked into the distance with a smile in her eyes. "I did not take care of you when you were young. Your aunt will see you off here, then. May your futures blaze like brocade... may you be safe and joyful."
This woman was none other than Nangong Hueling. She had originally needed several more decades before she could return, but after Ji Yan informed Chen Xun, the latter naturally could not wait and hurried over personally to fetch them.
There was a trace of affection in He Ling's eyes. In Little Wuhen, she saw several traces of her eldest brother's former self—downcast, unyielding, composed. No matter what hardship he faced, he remained filled with passion for the future...
His other two senior brothers were the same. Very good.
She only hoped that when she saw them again, they would still be the same. For cultivators, one's state of mind was the