"Steward Mo!"
Suddenly, a lively figure seemed to "drill" out from the mountaintop plain, her voice ethereal yet carrying a faint heroic spirit.
Mo Fuyang's expression froze. Even his voice as he arranged matters came to an abrupt halt.
A look of considerable astonishment appeared in his eyes, but it quickly turned into a smile. He slowly cupped his hands and said, "...So it is Miss Mu Feng."
The little Mu Feng of old.
Had now become a grown young woman.
Yet neither her bearing nor appearance possessed Miss Nangong's maturity. She still wore her hair in long braids and disliked dresses, her attire resembling that of a female wandering swordswoman from the Mortal Realm. Still, her brows and eyes made it easy to see traces of her childhood self.
Mo Fuyang recognized little Mu Feng after only one extra glance.
"Haha, Steward Mo!!"
Mu Feng's eyes shone like a brilliant river of stars as she transformed into a great gust of wind and rushed headlong at Mo Fuyang, instantly sending the Immortal Puppet cultivators around him sprawling in every direction.
"Miss, do not be hasty!"
"Waaah... Steward Mo!"
Mu Feng cried tears of joy. Anyone who did not know better would have thought Old Mo was her father, making Chen Xun behind her shoot Mu Feng an irritated look.
This girl truly had no talent for cultivation and was exceptionally wild. She was either traveling or on the road to travel, and had ended up looking neither like a man nor a woman. Suddenly, the longer Chen Xun looked at little Mu Feng, the angrier he became.
Yet this time, he said nothing more.
Chen Xun also knew that he had neglected her for far too many years. The little girl had practically been raised by Third Sister. It