Yu Gui and them gave a helpless smile while standing to the side.
They had long known that their master was one who was quick to action. Sure enough, it had not even been two days since they sent the news back to Yang Xirong, and she had already hurried over by traveling day and night.
"Second Aunt-Master!" Qiao Mu's petite hands touched Yang Xirong's face that had gotten nipped by the cold night. She pulled her lips tight and felt her eyes tear up.
"My Qiaoqiao ah. Your face is so gaunt and skinny. You must have suffered a lot through these years!" Yang Xirong was nearly about to cry hugging the little fellow in her arms.
Qiao Mu was instantly at a loss for words.
How come every person who saw her said that she was skinny? Her petite face was clearly rather fleshy!
"Little Junior Sister!" The nearly 200 Holy Water Sect disciples who swarmed in from outside practically filled up the standing room inside the lobby.
