Just as the mother and daughter embraced each other, Bai Moran and the eight elders landed lightly. Seeing that his daughter was fine, Bai Moran's anxious heart finally calmed down. He approached them in a few steps and hugged his wife and daughter tightly. Although her father didn't say anything, Bai Qiuran knew that he was no less worried than her mother.
She turned her head and saw the smiling faces of the eight elders standing not far away. She said, "Let the elders see a joke."
After hearing her words, Bai Moran and Feng Xing let go of their daughter. Bai Moran coughed to hide his embarrassment, and said, "Let's go. Ran'er still needs to tidy up and take a rest."
The eight elders cupped their fists, bowed slightly, and said, "Congratulations, Young Lord."
Nodding and smiling at them, she said, "Thank you, elders."
Bai Moran wiped the dirt off his daughter's face, and said, "Go and rest. Daddy still needs to prepare a celebratory banquet."
