Tonight, a great victory.
After the Lingyi Sect's disciples went out on patrol, red lanterns hung, emitting a faint glow.
In the mountain retreat, only Li Xuan, Hua Xiaoying, and Shuichengzi remained.
Li Xuan said, "Ji Changfeng didn't come."
Hua Xiaoying looked at him gently; in her eyes, Li Xuan was truly a capable young man, which inevitably reminded her of her deceased husband. Wasn't her husband also talented and of fine character in his youth?
Since her husband's death, her heart had withered, sustained only by two things: caring for her daughter and strengthening Purple Mist Peak.
A daughter should marry.
And in the long lifespan of cultivators, choosing the wrong partner would be far more serious than for mortals.
Hua Xiaoying always had the worries of a mother, silently searching for a partner for her daughter. Now... she saw in her foster son's eyes what seemed a bit like a son-in-law's gaze.
However... Feng Mengrou was quite troublesome.
