When Chu Qingzhi saw everyone standing at the village entrance, she hurriedly walked over.
In the modern era, she was loner. After living for hundreds of years, the people around her died one after another. There were only some fellow Daoists left.
The fellow daoists were busy cultivating, and she was also busy cultivating. She rarely met them and often went into seclusion for several years.
Now that she saw people waiting for her to come back home, she felt surprised and warm. "Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, Brothers, Sisters…
"Qingzhi!"
"Fifth Sister!"
"Fifth Sister!"
Seeing that she was safe and sound, everyone finally felt relieved.
Li Qingyu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and pulled Chu Qingzhi over to size her up carefully. At the same time, she asked with concern, "Did the prison guard hit you?"
