Who?
Upon hearing this ethereal and chilly female voice, Mo Feixuan's face showed a look of curiosity.
Only the old man in purple was trembling, unable to contain his excitement, "Xiu'er, Xiu'er, is it really you?"
"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?" Mo Feixuan saw her grandfather showing such excitement for the first time, a stark contrast to his usual composure.
"Yes, it is the second daughter of the old master!" Old Zhong's face also showed excitement.
What?
My aunt!
Mo Feixuan was greatly surprised!
"Xiu'er, is it, is it really you?" The old man in purple's eyes brimmed with tears.
Almost thirty years!
This was the first time he heard this voice that was both familiar and strange!
"Old master, across Youming Valley, only the second miss could possess Netherworld Grass!" Old Zhong was equally overwhelmed with emotion, his eyes filling with tears.
"Xiu'er, come here, oh no, daddy will come see you!" The old man in purple rare lost his composure.
