Not far below him was an ancient mountain Gate.
"Miss, it's getting late. We should go back." A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid said.
"How's Wushang's body?" The woman asked. If Ling Chuxi was here, she would definitely recognize that this woman was her mother, who she had been dreaming of. Ling Fenghua!
"Young master Wushang was injured when he returned to Qing-Yun realm, but it's not a big deal. He'll be fine after some rest." The middle-aged woman replied.
"That's good. Do you have any news about Chuxi? She should have come to the heaven domain already. " Ling Fenghua nodded and continued to ask.
"This ..." The middle-aged woman hesitated.
"Speak," he said. Ling Fenghua's face darkened as he shouted.
