And she was a little girl, at that. What if he had guessed right? Five hundred years—Cheng Wei had never been interested in women before, but that did not mean... Ahem, ahem. You could know a dragon's face, but not its heart.
"Fine. It wouldn't hurt for me to meet her."
Wushan even deliberately changed into a more kindly-looking robe before going to see her, only to find—
"Y-you-you-you-you-you-you-you—"
Wushan was rendered speechless. With a wave of his hand, he immediately had the young attendants in the hall and the disciples at the mountain gate leave at once. "Why are you here? And why have you turned into this?"
The good news was that she had not been transformed by Cheng Wei. The bad news was that she was not Cheng Wei's child. The even worse news was that Jun Zhaoying had come!
This is too hard, Wushan thought. Actually, being a little empty and lonely isn't so bad.
"Five hundred years without meeting—aren't you going to give me a hug?" Jun Zhaoying spread her arms with great ceremony, but in her current childlike form, Wushan truly had nowhere to put his hands.
"No, no, no. Great-auntie, just say what you came to say." Wushan looked as though he were begging for mercy, but the happiness on his face was impossible to hide. How wonderful. They were all still alive.
Jun Zhaoying smiled smugly. "As expected, your place is still the best—warm and pleasant."
"You went to Yonglu Mountain?" Wushan did not feel jealous. After all, if Jun Zhaoying had gone to Yonglu Mountain, her intentions were probably far from innocent.
"Mhm. That bastard Cheng Wei used Little Zhaoxia to threaten me. If I hadn't gone, Little Zhaoxia might have sold herself to that master-and-disciple pair." Jun Zhaoying knew perfectly