"Zhimei!" A middle-aged woman shouted as she ran towards Huang Zhimei and the others, followed by a middle-aged man, a young man, and a young woman.
Huang Zhimei smiled wryly at her. "Ling Yun, she is my mother, Xiao Huan."
"I see." Ling Yun nodded in understanding and checked their cultivation one by one, but he suddenly felt a murderous gaze from another area. He immediately checked that area with his void eyes, finding a young man and a young man standing side by side there. He immediately ignored them, especially since Xiao Huan had already arrived in front of them.
"Huh?" Xiao Huan wanted to hug Huang Zhimei, but she was surprised by Yun Jingqiu in her embrace. "Who is this little girl? You've only been away for three and a half months, yet you've returned carrying a little girl."
"Mother, she—"
