It said solemnly, "Senior... who are they?"
The Six-Armed Chi Demon wanted to speak but stopped. This senior carried not a shred of Killing Intent; she clearly had not come to trouble it. She was likely bound by karma to those young cultivators.
The woman's expression was gentle, without the slightest impatience. Smiling, she said, "One of them is my nephew."
"Senior, the flood has washed into the Dragon King's temple. This junior absolutely had no intention of severing their hearts for the immortal path!"
At those words, the Six-Armed Chi Demon's body instantly tensed, cold sweat beading densely across its forehead. It had never imagined these young cultivators had such backing?!
A trace of fear gradually flashed through its eyes. Is this how your family tempers its juniors?!
The woman did not respond to the Six-Armed Chi Demon.
Her gaze was deep as she looked into the distance with smiling eyes. "I did not take care of you when you were little. Your aunt will see you off here. May your futures be splendid... and may you be safe and joyful."
This woman was none other than NanGong HeLing. She had originally needed several more decades before returning, but after Ji Yan informed Chen Xun, the latter naturally could not wait and hurried over personally to fetch them.
A trace of affection filled He Ling's eyes. In Little Wuhen, she saw several traces of her big brother's former self—downcast yet unyielding, calm, and still brimming with passion for the future no matter what hardship he faced...
His other two senior brothers were the same. Very good.
She only hoped that when she saw them again, they would still be like this. For cultivators, one's state of mind was of utmost importance.
He Ling gazed alone for a long time,