Before today, Jing Yanhua would be worried about Jing Yaorong's safety, but now they were like enemies. He was also deeply hurt by Jing Yaorong. He was no longer worried about him, and Jing Yaorong deserved it.
Nevertheless, they still hoped that no one would be killed and that Jing Yunyao could avoid unnecessary trouble.
"Oh, Shaoting, come here!" Jing Yunyao turned to call Leng Shaoting over. Leng Shaoting walked to them, then Jing Yunyao introduced him to Jing Yanhua and his wife. "Aunt, uncle, this is my son, Shaoting. Shaoting, this is your Grandpa Yanhua and his wife."
"Nice to meet you, grandpa, grandma." Leng Shaoting politely greeted them.
"Good boy! You're not only handsome, but you are also a talented cultivator." Jing Yanhua complimented. Thinking of how long Leng Shaoting had cultivated and the level he had already reached, Jing Yanhua felt amazed. He believed that no one could do better than Leng Shaoting.
