When Sun Peng finally saw Xu Changqing, the thousand words he had prepared vanished clean from his mind the instant he opened his mouth, leaving him speechless on the spot.
Seeing that her husband was not speaking, Lei Yunna glanced at her daughter, gathered her courage, and forced a smile. "Daoist Cai, why didn't you tell us you were coming? We could have gone to welcome you."
Xu Changqing could not be bothered with pleasantries and went straight to the point. "Is that Shang Xiang?"
Four years apart, and she now looked a little older than his own Linglong.
Her figure still held the softness and tenderness of a young child, yet she already carried some of the poise of a child from a cultivation lineage.
Her skin was still as pink and fair as it had been when she was little, with a faint blush at the tips of her ears and nose.
Some of her baby fat had faded, revealing a slight curve to her jawline. She was no longer as round and guileless as before.
She had a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes, bright with lively spirit.
Lei Yunna hurriedly beckoned to her daughter. "Shang Xiang, come here quickly. See who has come!"
Sun Shangxiang, who had been chasing butterflies, froze at the words before walking over with a puzzled expression.
However, she had never met Xu Changqing before, so naturally she did not know him or recognize him.
No matter how much he had been described to her before, it was difficult to recognize him at a glance.
Lei Yunna awkwardly reminded her, "The one your father and I often talk about."
"Oh!"
Sun Shangxiang suddenly understood. "You are the Cai... Uncle that Father and Mother always told me to remember?"
Xu Changqing's mouth twitched as