The four mentor and disciples waited quietly outside the valley.
Not long after.
From the dense fog ahead came a ripple in the array, and the thick mist parted to both sides, revealing a broad and level bluestone avenue.
A few young disciples of the Mao Family, who held swords, stood solemnly on either side.
In front of them, a graceful figure in a light green long skirt, with an increasingly gentle and ethereal demeanor, couldn't hide her excitement as she quickly stepped forward to meet them.
"Brother Ye! Is it really you??"
At the moment she saw Chen Ye, a bright light burst in Mao Qingzhu's beautiful eyes.
She hadn't expected that,
They had just parted in Hunyuan City not long ago, and Brother Ye would come looking for her today.
Previously,
Brother Ye hadn't bothered with her for a long time...
But soon, her gaze involuntarily moved downward, landing on a small figure peering out from under a large cloak.
Before Chen Ye could exchange greetings.
"Aunt Mao!"
