"Yun Ran, are you alright? Why did you suddenly fall into the river?"
Xuanyuan Yu looked anxious.
Bai Wan also sized her up nervously. After confirming that she did not have any external injuries and was not in a sorry state, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Yun Ran knew that everyone was worried about her and smiled warmly. "I'm fine. I just slipped."
Because there were a few children present, Yun Ran did not tell them about her experience of being grabbed by the demonic cultivator and pulled off. She did not want to scare the children.
The little packrat blinked her big black eyes and kept waving her little hands. She said seriously, "Mother, you have to be careful in the future. Hold Sweetcake's hand, okay?"
"Okay, I'll hold your hand in the future so that I won't fall."
