The black fog was quite bewildered. It had been lurking nearly a hundred years at the foot of Yukun Mountain, evading the cultivators' hunts from the mountain above with its cunning. Now that it was finally close to having a human form, it encountered a stubborn obstacle?
The two little ones covered their eyes and waited for a while, but the expected pain never arrived. So, they hesitantly uncovered their eyes and saw two familiar figures on the green vine.
Fu Zhou's eyes brightened, and the excitement shot out from his black eyes. He waved his small hands that resembled white radishes and shouted crisply, "Sister!"
Meng Meng was not to be outdone, raising a hand to wipe the shiny sweat off the tip of her nose, and called out in a childish voice, "Brother, sister~~"
Following behind Lu Zechuan and Xia Mian were Shu Dao Mountain and Shu Dao Temple. Hearing such adorable voices nearly made them drop from the sky...
Sister?
