Shangguan Wanrong was stunned. "Why do you have to run around? You're so young, does your family feel at ease?"
Feng Jiu stopped turning over the pheasant and looked up at her with a smile. "I'm here to look for my mother. Besides, I can protect myself well."
"Looking for your mother?" She was surprised. "Have you found her?"
"Yes, I found her. She's at the sect." Feng Jiu answered, looking at her.
Seeing the smile in the boy's limpid eyes, Shangguan Wanrong had a sudden and inexplicable palpitation in her heart. She always felt that the boy spoke with deep meaning and obscure, as if shrouded with a layer of gauze, making it impossible for her to see clearly.
"Then, does your mother know you're looking for her? Does she recognize you since you are in the same sect?" Perhaps it was because the subject had struck a chord with her, she couldn't help but ask again.
