"Dad! Dad!!!" Qiao Hu shouted and joyously darted through the doors.
A slight smile turned up on Qiao Mu's face as she watched the boy excitedly dash inside.
Inside the courtyard, a flowery fragrance assailed people's senses.
Mother was sitting in front of the stone table with Younger Sis in her lap. She turned to them with a happy smile.
Father and Second Uncle put down their teacup and stood up to turn to them.
'This life…'
'…is completely different! Everything will change!'
She treaded through mountains of corpses and pools of blood and returned from hell, wishing for nothing more than a peaceful and smooth life and the safety of her family…
"Hahahahaha! My son is a mystic cultivator!!!" Second Uncle broke into unbridled laughter.
