Ye Qinghuang stood one step above Li Fan on the stairs, her serene eyes carefully watching Li Fan, as if wanting to see him a bit more clearly.
"You've become more handsome." The first thing Ye Qinghuang said left Li Fan somewhat amused and at a loss.
"Was it hard?"
Ye Qinghuang continued, from Li Mountain to the capital of the Da Li Dynasty, the young man spent over a decade, now weathered and seasoned, he has become a renowned genius Sword Cultivator.
From the moment he left Li Mountain, he carried the weight of the entire mountain on his shoulders.
Li Fan shook his head, no matter how he was outside, in front of his senior sister, he seemed to return to his youthful days; as long as his senior sister was there, he felt at ease.
Many years ago, he thought if he could never leave the mountain and stay with his senior sister forever, that would be excellent, but that great battle destroyed everything.
