Qin Mu raised Qin Lingyun up high and placed her on his shoulder. Qin Lingyun was pitifully thin and there were only bones under her skin. She sat on his shoulder uneasily and her small hands grabbed his hair tightly.
She turned her head to look at the side of Qin Mu’s face. The white hair at her temples gave her a familiar feeling. It was the face that had been reflected in her hazy vision after she was born.
This face made her feel at ease.
Other than this face in her memories, there was another familiar face.
It was her mother.
Qin Mu looked at the figures in the flames. They were dao practitioners who had chased after Qin Lingjun. Back then, they had intercepted their family of three on the river of chaos, forcing him to have no choice but to let Qin Lingjun return to the river of chaos of the first epoch, they entered the universe of the first epoch, and the father and daughter separated.
