Bai Xilie held Bai Zhi'er as he stepped out.
The little one lay on her father's shoulder, watching the Immortal Palace gradually fade into the distance.
In places invisible to mortals, three immortals with grey-white beards, surrounded by a glow of auspicious purple clouds.
They slightly bowed in the direction of Bai Zhi'er, with a kind tone—
"We bid farewell to the Princess."
Bai Zhi'er arched her eyebrows and softly replied, "Goodbye, uncles!"
Historian Wang kept reminiscing about Bai Zhi'er's words, feeling deeply touched, he quickly took out paper and pen to jot it down.
"The princess's filial piety is touching, even though she is young, she understands the great truth that among all virtues, filial piety comes first. This sets an enormous example for the world!"
Because he was busy writing this down, he lagged behind.
As a result, Historian Wang's brother Wang Yi passed by him.
Wang Yi glanced sideways at the elaborate piece of writing on his paper.
