'If Yun'Er really has a Treasure Body, she can come with me when I leave.'
Just as he was thinking this, a figure in aqua-green emerged from the Inner Hall.
The figure was slender and elegant, with a mystical aura. She had a perfect, fair oval face of incomparable beauty. Who else could it be but that little girl, Yun'Er?
"Young... Young Master? Is... is it really you?"
At the same time, Yun'Er had also spotted Yang Xiao.
Her large, limpid eyes, clear as autumn pools, suddenly reddened.
Tears welled up like a rising mist.
This left Yang Xiao at a bit of a loss. With a flicker of movement, he appeared before her and wiped the tear tracks from the corners of her eyes. "You silly girl," he said. "Your Young Master is back. Shouldn't you be happy? Why are you crying instead?"
But his words, far from calming her, made her throw herself into his arms and begin to cry her heart out.
The floodgates had opened.
Yang Xiao couldn't help but feel a little helpless.
