Indeed, who wouldn't change after going through that kind of event…
"My Qiaoqiao, ah." All Yang Xirong could do was wail now as she hugged her young martial niece.
All the yearning, anxiety, worry, and anguish had now become a joyful tenderness that filled her heart.
Yang Xirong stroked Qiao Mu's petite head and murmured gently, "Aunt-Master has no regrets in this life after being able to see you again. I would not be ashamed to see Master and Senior Sister even if I was to immediately go to the underworld right now."
"Second Aunt-Master, what nonsense are you saying." Qiao Mu clutched Yang Xirong's hair and lectured unhappily, "Everybody will be safe and well in the future. Nothing will happen to anyone."
Yang Xirong smiled faintly and said with a nod, "Okay."
Everybody made their way upstairs, but even after nearly packing into the room like sardines, they still couldn't fit 200 people inside.
