"Butler Mo!"
Suddenly, a lively figure burst out from the mountaintop plain, her voice exceptionally ethereal and carrying a faint heroic spirit.
At that moment, Mo Fuyang froze, and even his voice as he arranged matters came to an abrupt halt.
A look of considerable astonishment appeared in his eyes, but it swiftly turned into a smile. He slowly cupped his hands in salute. "...So it is Miss Mu Feng."
The former Little Mu Feng.
Had now become a grown young woman.
Yet whether in bearing or appearance, she was not as mature as Miss NanGong. She still wore her hair in a long braid and disliked dresses, her attire resembling that of a female wanderer of the mortal martial world. Yet from her brows and eyes, it was not difficult to make out what she had looked like as a child.
Mo Fuyang recognized Little Mu Feng after only one more glance.
"Haha, Butler Mo!!"
Mu Feng's eyes shone like a glittering river of stars as she turned into a great gust of gentle breeze and came washing over Mo Fuyang, instantly sending the Immortal Puppet cultivators around him sprawling in all directions.
"Miss, do not rush!"
"Waaah... Butler Mo!"
Mu Feng wept tears of joy. Anyone would have thought Lao Mo was her old dad, making Chen Xun behind her cast Mu Feng an irritated glance.
This little lass truly had no talent for cultivation. She was exceedingly wild, either traveling or on the road to travel, and had ended up neither quite male nor female. Suddenly, the more Chen Xun looked at Little Mu Feng, the angrier he became.
Yet this time, he did not say anything more.
Chen Xun also knew that he had neglected her for too many years. The little lass had practically been