"It's just..."
The elder suddenly remembered something.
He examined the girl over and over again.
If he hadn't seen wrongly just now,
did the girl stand on her tiptoes and pat that tall man on the shoulder?
If that tall man was the Demon Lord, didn't that mean the girl had patted the shoulder of the Demon Lord?
Such an audacious act, and yet they both managed to come out alive, was simply inconceivable.
That was Demon Venerable Xiahou Yuan.
A ruthless person who could flatten Tianjian Mountain with one stomp.
At that moment, when he saw the girl reaching out to pat the other's shoulder, fear clouded his consciousness.
However, unexpectedly, nothing happened afterward.
"She resembles an old friend..."
The elder remembered a sentence said by the tall man.
Could it be that this granddaughter he had picked up was a descendant of an old friend of Xiahou Yuan?
For a moment, the elder was puzzled.
After thinking for a while,
he decided not to think further about it.