"Son! My son!" Yun Wushuang rushed towards Yun Lintian, her arms outstretched. He embraced her, his heart overflowing with a love that had been suppressed for far too long.
They stood there for a long moment, their bodies entwined, their tears mingling. The crowd watched in silence, their hearts touched by the reunion of mother and son.
Yun Lintian couldn't describe his current mood. He felt both confused and relieved at the same time. The woman in his embrace was, in fact, a stranger to him, but he somehow felt extremely close. Perhaps it was as the saying goes, "blood is thicker than water." No one could simply deny a blood connection.
Suddenly, a cold voice shattered the tranquility.
"How touching. A heartwarming family reunion amidst a scene of carnage."
Yun Xue, the Palace Master of the Misty Cloud Palace, emerged from the shadows, her figure radiating an icy aura. Her eyes, cold and unforgiving, were fixed on Yun Lintian.
