Who could resist the coaxing of a great-great-great... granddaughter?
Ye Fan couldn't. Shi Hao couldn't. Naturally, Meng Chuan couldn't either.
As people grew older, they always seemed to dote on their youngest descendant, as though they could see their former selves in that child.
Especially when that descendant had such an endearing personality.
Well, Chu Feng was actually a generation younger than Yaoyao, but he didn't count.
If Chu Feng tried acting cute with Meng Chuan, Meng Chuan would punch him straight out of the Solar System.
Who did he think he was dealing with? One punch for every whimpering pest.
Come to think of it, the person Meng Chuan cherished most was still Xiao Nannan. He had raised her as his own daughter.
Whatever Xiao Nannan asked for, Meng Chuan would do everything he could to give her.
She was the only person who could sit on Meng Chuan's shoulders and throw her weight around.
"Talk to him," Meng Chuan said. He drew the two sides closer so Saint Master Yi Chen could hear Yaoyao.
"Uncle Saint Master, it's me, Yaoyao!" Her voice rang in Yi Chen's ears.
"I'm all right. Uncle Ling is a good person. He brought me back to life, and he's been helping me and Earth ever since."
Yi Chen was stunned to hear Yaoyao's voice and her words.
Had Monster been brought back to life?
He knew, of course, that Yaoyao had died and that only a sliver of her lingering will had been sustained by a piece of Longevity Gold.
In fact, he had been the one who arranged for the Longevity Gold to preserve that final glimmer of hope for her.
On the battlefield back then, Yaoyao had crushed every low- and mid-level cultivator in her path. She had seemed invincible.
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