"Ling'Er, wait for me! In this deep mountain and old forest, can you bear to leave me behind—"
Not long after, when she saw the familiar mountain gate, Luo Lingling's face finally showed a happy smile.
After four years, I'm finally back!
How are Sanhu and Xiao Qing doing now?
And Old Mo, has he bullied them over the years that I've been away?
"Halt!" The disciples of the Taiqing Sect guarding the barrier immediately surrounded her.
Luo Lingling just smiled and then bowed towards the barrier.
"Elder Wuzhu, just a few years and you've already forgotten me!"
As her voice fell, the barrier started to ripple, and an elderly man with white hair stepped out of the void.
Upon closer inspection, Elder Wuzhu suddenly stroked his beard and laughed heartily.
"Well, look who it is, it's the little rascal from Little Spirit Peak, Luo! Every time I see you, you're dressed differently. What beggar did you steal these clothes from this time?" Wuzhu asked.
