When An Zhihang finished speaking, the whole corridor fell eerily quiet, with only the heavy, rapid breathing of everyone present.
After a moment, the first to regain his composure was the seasoned Old Master An.
"Great! Great! Heaven has eyes! My precious granddaughter has finally been found! Grandpa's treasured granddaughter…" An Muyun shouted, and as he spoke, his old eyes reddened, and tears of excitement streamed down from the eyes that had once not blinked when he was shot in his youth.
Old Master An's shout brought everyone back to their senses. An Zisheng, with tears in his tiger-like eyes, patted An Zhihang on the shoulder vigorously, choking up, "Good! Well done! Niuniu has come back! My precious daughter has finally been found!"
"Thank the heavens! Thank Guanyin Bodhisattva! My granddaughter! Grandma has finally found you!" Old Lady An pressed her hands together, crying and murmuring prayers.
