Mo Beiyuan was not in the residence.
They had just received news on the discovery of traces of a suspected demonic cultivator in the forest near the suburbs. At this moment, they were personally bringing people over to check on the situation.
"In the forest outside the capital? Bring me there to take a look now."
As Yun Ran spoke, she picked up Little Sweetcake, who was chasing after the holy beast in the courtyard and called out to Bun, who was immersed in tinkering with poison.
"Mother, where are we going?"
The little pink ball in her arms had her hair tied up in two buns. The buns were tied with pink ribbons that were decorated with round pearls.
When the little packrat tilted her head, the pink pearl ribbon swayed along with it. Coupled with her big black eyes, she was extremely cute.
"To see your father." Yun Ran wrapped her in a small cloak, afraid that the wind would be too strong when she rode the flying demon beast later.
