Back then, if it wasn't for her being picked up by her master's father, Zheng Qi, back to the Holy Land, she wouldn't have been able to live through so many years of hardship in peace.
She would never forget the kindness her three masters had shown her.
"Let's go, Yingluo."
Bai Yan held Bai Xiaochen's hand in one hand and little Ling 'er's hand in the other as they walked towards the bottom of the demonic Saint mountain.
……
Not far away, the lightning rumbled, causing little Ling 'er's small face to turn slightly pale. She subconsciously shrank into Bai Yan's embrace and her two arms hugged her tightly.
bai yan gently comforted the little bun. " ling 'er, don't be afraid. it's just thunder. mother will protect you. "
"Yes."
Little Ling 'er nodded. However, her little body was still curled up in Bai Yan's embrace. It was as if only in her embrace would one have such a peaceful feeling.
However,
