Bringing Bai Qinglong Home

The news of the return of the Dragon Abyss Sword was not deliberately concealed by the group. They hadn't been chatting in the tent for long when White Dragon Tribe warrior returned to report.

"That dragon's roar just now intimidated those demons on the battlefield; they've already retreated over a hundred meters away!" The White Dragon Tribe warrior was overjoyed, his face beaming with delight. "I wonder what that sound came from?"

Bai Nianchou, seeing that he was asking a question he already knew the answer to, wasn't annoyed at all. "Didn't you all already guess? Why are you asking me?"

The warrior exclaimed with delight, "So, the artifact really is..."

"Yes, the artifact has returned. Go and tell the other people of your tribe."

With Bai Nianchou's approval, cheers erupted throughout the Dragon Race camp Bai Nianchou, seeing this, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Instead of returning to his own tent to listen to the discussions among the clan leaders, he took Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue on a tour of the current Dragon Race camp.

For some reason, Qing Shou didn't stay in the tent to pay attention to the Dragon Abyss Sword that he cared about. Instead, he lagged behind the others, following them without saying a word.

All three were intelligent people. Since Qing Shou wasn't causing trouble, they simply pretended not to see him, and the atmosphere remained relatively harmonious as they talked and answered each other along the way.

Wherever they went, the Dragon Race they saw were all cheering and rejoicing at the arrival of the Dragon Abyss Sword.

The Dragon Abyss Sword is a symbol of the Dragon Race's power and hope.

The cheers also reached the White Dragon Tribe camp, to the most remote large tent.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, frowned slightly, and asked, "What's going on outside? Why is it so noisy all of a sudden?"

She now prefers peace and quiet, so she deliberately chose to live in a place far away from her clansmen. Unexpectedly, it suddenly became lively outside today, causing unrest in her place.

A young woman quickly entered the tent, her voice soft but filled with excitement. "Madam, they're all saying the Dragon Abyss Sword has returned!"

The string of beads in the lady's hand crashed to the ground with a clatter, scattering the Buddhist beads, which she had personally engraved with many scriptures, all over the floor.

The young woman exclaimed in surprise and was about to step forward to tidy up, but the lady grabbed her hand. "What did you say? The Dragon Abyss Sword has returned?"

"Yes, Madam, the Dragon Abyss Sword has returned! It has been sent back!" The woman knew the identity of the lady before her and understood her current excitement.

The lady's eyes instantly reddened. "What about my daughter? Has my daughter returned? The Dragon Abyss Sword has returned, she should return too!"

The woman's voice stopped abruptly. Looking at the lady before her, who resembled a withered rose, she really didn't want to say what she was about to say.

Young Master Bai did not return; she was destined never to come back when she sacrificed herself to the formation.

The lady seemed to realize something from the maid's silence, and she couldn't help but burst into tears again.

If she could, she would rather the Dragon Abyss Sword had never been returned, so she could still deceive herself that her daughter was not dead and was still living well somewhere.

"She's back."

A voice suddenly entered the tent, and with it, the previously closed tent curtain was suddenly lifted, letting in a beam of light.

The lady and her maids all turned to look, and she saw a slender woman's figure walking towards her step by step. This figure looked just like her deceased daughter, so familiar that she wanted to cry.

"Qinglong?" the lady murmured.

Sang Ying didn't answer, but simply replied, "I brought Qinglong back."

She took a few steps closer to the lady, opened her hand, revealing the Dragon Pearl, dragon scales, and other relics left behind by Bai Qinglong.

The lady's hands trembled as she hugged the items to her chest, her daughter's scent enveloping her once more.

Unlike the illusions experienced by Sang Ying, Bai Qinglong was cared for by Madam Bai throughout her childhood. The mother and daughter spent a very long time together, relying on each other to get through many days.

Therefore, Bai Qinglong's passing was an unprecedented and enormous blow to Madam Bai.

When she saw her daughter sealed into the formation along with the sword, Madam Bai completely broke down.

In that battle, Madam Bai lost her daughter, as well as her only brother and sister-in-law. In order to comfort Madam Bai and to ensure that the White Dragon Tribe, which had suffered heavy losses, could have a suitable young master, the Old Patriarch Bai had no choice but to keep Madam Bai's brother's son, Bai Nianchou, by his side to teach him.

At that time, Bai Nianchou hadn't even hatched yet. Everyone felt that it was too risky for the Old Patriarch Bai to stake the future of the entire White Dragon Tribe on a mere young dragon. What if this child, like Bai Qinglong, was weak? What if this child simply couldn't shoulder the burdens of the White Dragon Tribe?

Fortunately, Bai Nianchou and inherited his father's powerful talent and physique, which enabled him to lead the White Dragon Tribe to its current glory.

His name was given to him by Madam Bai so that Bai Nianchou would never forget the deaths of his father, mother, and cousin.

Bai Nianchou's existence brought some comfort to Madam Bai, but the dead can never come back to life. Madam Bai became withdrawn and isolated in her long guilt, and gradually stopped talking to people.

She rarely cries anymore, but everyone knows she's not slowly healing; she's just becoming increasingly repressed.

Bai Nianchou really hoped that his aunt could let go of these knots in her heart and live a good life. He also hoped that she could have a good cry and then slowly get out of her grief.

That's why he dared to bring Madam Bai here when Sang Ying mentioned her.

The heart-wrenching cries from inside the tent caused Bai Nianchou, who was about to enter, to suddenly stop. He ultimately chose to turn around and stand outside the tent with Jiang Zhuoxue.

His aunt didn't like being seen in such a state, especially by her nephew.

Qing Shou, who had followed along, also heard Madam Bai's sorrowful and desperate cries. He stood silently outside the tent, suddenly feeling at a loss.

Bai Nianchou looked up at him and suddenly asked, "So now you know why I'm so obsessed with that sword? I want to bring my cousin back."

"If you think that our White Dragon Tribe values the preferential treatment given to other clans, you are mistaken. These preferential treatments were bought with the lives of my parents, my cousin, and countless members of our White Dragon Tribe. If we could, we would rather forgo these preferential treatments and bring them back."

"The Dragon Race never treated my cousin well, but at the last moment, it was she, the once ridiculed good-for-nothing young master, who saved everyone."

Qing Shou's face was paler than ever before; he could barely stand and was swaying precariously.

It seemed that what he had previously believed in had collapsed at this moment.

A note from the author:

That's all for today.

See you tomorrow~