Yang Yan looked at the two graceful women before him, feeling a wave of emotion.
Back when he parted with Cai'Er and Dawn, they were just seven or eight-year-old girls, faces full of innocence.
Time has flown by a hundred years, and the two little girls have grown into beautiful young women.
Yang Yan didn't spare a glance for the Golden Armor Kai Ming Beast, which was trembling under the suppression of Lin Zimu's unrivaled Sword Intent.
Yang Yan took Cai'Er and Dawn by his side and carefully examined them, chuckling softly:
"Not bad, you two are cultivating too fast. One day, I might need you to protect me."
Cai'Er, the most lively of them, giggled and said, "It's okay. In the future, let me and Dawn protect you! We're True Immortals now; we can help you slay enemies."
Yang Yan looked at Cai'Er and Dawn, who were revealing their aura by his side, and noticed a slight difference.
Their aura seemed somewhat unsteady, as if they might fall back to the Saint Realm at any moment.
