"Grandpa Yao, Long Yan is fine, isn't he?"
In the courtyard, Mo Qianling had been constantly worrying about Long Yan, her beautiful eyes filled with concern.
"Miss, you've asked that question at least fifty times."
Looking at Mo Qianling, Elder Yao could only manage a wry smile.
Ever since she arrived at the Zhenyang Sect, Mo Qianling has been restless, especially concerning this issue, which she had asked so many times that his ears were about to form calluses.
"I'm just concerned about him, what if he..."
Before Mo Qianling could finish her sentence, she saw a figure in a purple robe entering the courtyard.
Seeing the purple-robed figure, Mo Qianling gasped, then quickly walked over.
"Long Yan, are you okay?"
Mo Qianling looked Long Yan up and down, her behavior resembling that of a young wife caring about her husband.
"I'm fine."
Long Yan smiled, his gaze falling on Mo Qianling, seemed slightly dazed.
