"What do you mean, what do we think?"
All the women looked at Xiao Yan with feigned confusion. Xiao Yan said little else, merely smiling as he asked, "About coming back to the Xiao Clan with me, of course."
At those words, a trace of hesitation appeared on the faces of Cai Lin and the others.
To them, the Northwest Continent had always been home. If they all followed Xiao Yan back, they would certainly miss this place.
As though he had seen what was on their minds, Xiao Yan smiled faintly and gently lifted little Xiao Xiao off his shoulders into his arms.
"You're all my women. There are some things we'll have to face sooner or later."
Looking at the women, Xiao Yan gradually grew solemn. "I'm a Dou Sheng now. The clan has been nurturing me all this time, and now that I have the strength, it's only natural that I begin repaying them. In the years ahead, I'm destined to spend much of my time in the Xiao Clan."
A hint of reluctance appeared on Xiao Yan's face.
"If I can't see you often, I'll inevitably miss you."
At his words, Cai Lin, Yun Yun, and the others were visibly moved.
"Young Master Xiao Yan, I'm willing to go back with you."
A voice suddenly rang out. Among the women, the green-eyed Qing Lin was quietly watching Xiao Yan, a little unease showing on her small face.
After saying those words, she had noticed all the other sisters looking at her impassively.
But for a girl like Qing Lin, who had few attachments, the only person on the Dou Qi Continent truly worth longing for was her young master, Xiao Yan. Though she held some affection for the others, it amounted to little compared with what