Twelve years later, on an immortal mountain on the cloud.
It looked like an ordinary celestial mountain, but only the legendary figures on the clouds lived there.
Yun Ran and Mo Beiyuan no longer cared about the matters of the demons and the sects on the clouds, but be it the demons or the sects on the clouds, they were still afraid of their existence.
Therefore, for the past twelve years, it had been relatively peaceful on the clouds.
"Mo Yunnian, did you take Little Peanut and Little Pumpkin out to catch demonic beasts again? Do you know that you almost caused a beast tide?"
Yun Ran looked at her grown-up daughter in front of her and her voice was stern.
Mo Beiyuan cleared his throat and said a few words for his precious daughter, "Those two young brats must have been disobedient and kept pestering Sweetcake to bring them there. Ranran, I'll bring those two young brats over now."
