"Mother, rest assured, there's no danger in slaying such a Third Rank demon beast."
Lu Qingshan laughed loudly, entered the mountain gate, and then saw Lu Miaoyun in the distance and cupped his hands, "Aunt."
"Qingshan, you're back, are you unhurt?"
Lu Miaoyun looked at the young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, who appeared dignified and impressive. She asked with concern, feeling quite emotional.
The once most mischievous boy in the family had unknowingly grown into a high and mighty Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Looking at Lu Qingshan before her, she couldn't help but think of Qu Zhenzhen's son, Lu Quanzhen.
