The familiar face appeared at the deepest part of the cave.
The person who had haunted his thoughts for five years without actually seeing them suddenly appeared before him, and Wu Liang instinctively pinched his thigh.
Ouch—it hurt a bit, so he wasn't dreaming.
But Wu Liang did not lower his guard, after all, he had the prior example of Wu Xiaoyao the Bionic Man; he couldn't be sure that the person in front of him was truly Yao Qingxue.
"Why start with foul language? Aren't you old enough to learn some manners? If I were really here, I'd definitely teach you a lesson!"
"The above are the words Saintess Yao wanted me to convey to you. Nice to meet you, Mr. Wu Liang, I'm Ah Yimu... You're finally here."
Yet the woman, with a face identical to his mother Yao Qingxue, spoke two profoundly significant sentences.
This left Wu Liang momentarily stunned.
