Liu Erlong moved her lotus steps lightly.
Guided by the disciples of the Seven Treasures, she walked towards the banquet venue.
The warm sunlight shone down.
Her beautiful face became even more radiant, delicate, and lustrous, with a faint pink hue.
She possessed both the agility of a maiden and the maturity of years.
The black dress hugged her figure, full yet retaining its curves.
Like a ripe fruit in autumn, exuding a unique charm.
Her figure was graceful.
Her steps were light and elegant, revealing her dignified bearing.
She was a sight to behold, attracting the attention of many guests around her.
However, sensing the terrifying soul power deliberately drifting around her, they dared not stare too long, lest they invite disaster.
Liu Erlong appeared gentle and graceful, her eyes filled with tenderness, but all of that had already been claimed.
All that remained for others was her tyrannical crimson flame.
Her eyes were like water.
Liu Erlong silently observed the passersby, hoping to find that golden figure.
"Dean Liu!"
A gentle voice sounded from behind.
Liu Erlong paused slightly and turned her head to look back.
It was a dignified and elegant beautiful woman.
She wore a goose-yellow dress, and her face, free of makeup, had no wrinkles.
Her face was filled with the joy of reunion after a long separation.
"Dean Liu, it really is you! It's been a long time since we last met."
"Curator Ye?"
Liu Erlong's eyes showed a hint of gratitude as she stood still and waited.
When she was young, she was brave and liked to fight, often getting injured.
She would often visit the medical center established by the Ye family of the Nine Heart Begonia.
Over time, she became familiar with Ye Qinshui.
"Dean Liu has become more and more beautiful since settling down in Heaven Dou City."
Ye Qinshui stepped forward and took Liu Erlong's arm.
Her face was filled with a bright smile.
Liu Erlong shook her head gently, her voice gentle.
"Curator Ye is the one who seems to have gotten a few years younger."
Ye Qinshui playfully chided:
"My children are all grown up, how can I be younger?"
"…"
Liu Erlong did not respond.
Instead, she looked at Ye Qinshui and noticed that her smile was much lighter than before.
"Curator Ye's heartache seems to have healed?"
"Yes, the biggest heartache is gone, but there are other things to worry about."
Ye Qinshui's face wore a satisfied smile.
The flaw of the Nine Heart Begonia was gone, and her daughter's lifelong happiness was also settled.
She was indeed much more relaxed than before.
"Congratulations."
Liu Erlong said sincerely.
She could understand the pain Ye Qinshui had endured in the past years.
"Thank you."
Ye Qinshui chuckled and looked at Liu Erlong's undiminished sorrow, and said softly:
"Dean Liu, are you still looking for someone?"
"Yes, still looking."
Liu Erlong nodded.
She had confided some of her emotions to Ye Qinshui many years ago.
"Dean Liu, don't worry, you will find him."
Ye Qinshui hugged Liu Erlong's arm, looking at her mature and beautiful face.
She wondered what kind of heartless man he was.
What a waste of talent.
Liu Erlong nodded, not saying much, and looked at the passersby again.
"Curator Ye, let's go."
"Yes."
Ye Qinshui nodded slightly.
She was actually here to find someone too.
Or rather, she was here to see what her son-in-law looked like.
That dead girl, Lingling, didn't even bring him home.
Since she was idle anyway, she took the initiative to strike.
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The banquet venue was behind the tower-shaped building.
A manor with a vast area, with stone lions adorned with seven-colored jewels in front of the gate.
The plaque read 'Purple Garden Villa'.
The open space inside was filled with tables and chairs, and guests gathered in twos and threes to chat.
Or they gathered around the tables, talking about what they had seen and heard.
Discussing cooperation and seeking development.
Next to the flowerbeds and shrubs, many people were standing and exchanging toasts.
The commotion outside could not be heard inside.
Only forces with Soul Douluo or higher-level soul masters were qualified to sit inside.
There were very few guests inside.
Liu Erlong left after exploring this place and wandered around the manor outside.
Standing in the corridor, constantly changing positions.
Even if gold was so conspicuous, she would not easily let go of any corner.
The spacious reception hall isolated the noise from the outside.
Salas was sitting in his seat, dealing with some dignitaries who wanted to curry favor.
Xue Qinghe stepped in from outside.
"Teacher, the time is almost here. I have already sent someone to invite the Holy Son over."
"Okay, I'll take you outside for a walk first."
Ning Fengzhi smiled, leaned on his crutches, and got up to take Xue Qinghe outside.
He was introducing the future Crown Prince to those forces.
Salas also stood up at this time, followed behind, and walked outside.
He had to perform well.
He would personally greet the arrival of the Holy Son at the door.
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Below the high tower.
Qian Renxue carried Ning Rongrong's petite body and walked out of the hall door.
"Go this way!"
Ning Rongrong sat on Qian Renxue's arm and raised her little hand to direct him.
Her voice was not as crisp as before, with a muffled feeling.
Looking at Qian Renxue, her eyes were round and bulging, with a hint of resentment.
"Are you still angry?"
Qian Renxue couldn't help but smile.
"Hmph! Rongrong might not be angry until Rongrong's mouth is no longer spicy."
Ning Rongrong pouted her slightly swollen red lips.
She hugged Qian Renxue's neck, and her small face even carried a hint of unwillingness to admit defeat.
"Didn't you say that you would forgive me if I carried you over?"
Qian Renxue asked in confusion.
"Holy Son brother is so stupid."
Ning Rongrong curled her lips and explained with confidence.
"Rongrong forgiving you is one thing, and not being angry is another."
"These can't be confused."
"Haha."
Lingyuan Douluo couldn't help but laugh again, earning a glare from Qian Renxue.
"Who taught you all this?"
Qian Renxue carried Ning Rongrong and walked towards the manor behind.
"Smartness is innate, no need to teach ~"
Ning Rongrong held Qian Renxue's face and gently touched it, somewhat reluctant to let go.
"Okay."
Qian Renxue was helpless.
He was too lazy to argue with a child so much.
"Hmph!"
Ning Rongrong snorted delicately, like a victorious little rooster, arrogant and high-spirited.
"Holy Son brother, don't treat Rongrong as a child!"
"Rongrong knows a lot of things."
"Like what?"
Qian Renxue looked straight ahead and answered casually.
"Like now!"
Ning Rongrong patted Qian Renxue's shoulder and said triumphantly.
"Holy Son brother is carrying Rongrong, so he can't go flirting with other girls, hee hee!"
"Who taught you this again?"
Qian Renxue's face was strange.
At this age, could she know what flirting with other girls meant?
Ning Rongrong said嬌声娇气: "Rongrong learned this from my sisters-in-law."
"You should spend more time cultivating in the future."
Qian Renxue had a headache.
"But cultivation is so boring."
Ning Rongrong frowned, sitting there motionless, which was simply torture.
Qian Renxue frowned.
"If you don't cultivate properly now, you will only waste your talent, and you will have a harder time in the future."
"I know, you're as nagging as my dad."
Ning Rongrong pouted, hugged Qian Renxue tightly, and leaned on his cheek.
"Rongrong will work hard."
Wishing everyone a happy life!
