This scene at the back mountain of the Heaven Palace Sect felt really familiar.
Xuanyuan Qishang led his young daughter, Xuanyuan Wanrong, by the hand and stared somberly at the group of people in front of them.
Seeing her mother?
Hearing little Wanrong's words, Xuanyuan Qishang's face twitched slightly, and his somber expression gradually smoothed out. He lowered his head and forced out a smile. "Rongrong, be good. I promise you, I'll definitely let you see your mother!"
"But this is still part of the Heaven Palace Sect. If Uncle Dean won't let us walk in from the back mountain, then let's walk from the main entrance and go to find mother!" The young Xuanyuan Wanrong looked only about four or five years old and seemed like a delicate porcelain doll, with a milky voice. She was really cute.
