Chu Liang knelt in front of her respectfully.
Her forehead touched the cold ground, and in front of her was a pair of small feet that were not even the size of a palm.
The Yang's Messenger, who was worshipped by the world and terrified evil spirits, knelt at her feet with great devotion.
"You may rise." The little girl's voice was faint, but her every movement carried a heavenly might.
"Zhu Yan thanks master for your help. In this life, I'm willing to sacrifice my life for master." Zhu Yan took a deep breath and kowtowed again.
Zhu Yan's wish was fulfilled when old lady Zhu came to the hall of salvation.
Moreover, the old lady's name was recorded in the Golden Book, so whenever Zhu Yan appeared, she would be able to see her. Yesterday, the two of them hugged each other and cried. Zhu Yan was even more grateful to her.
Little Huai Lu tilted her head and looked at her in confusion.
