Contractions
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
A pair of hands held his hand, and a gentle voice with a smile travelled into his ears, soothing the worry in his heart.
"Don't worry, it's fine." Feng Jiu said softly, looked at him and smiled, "Don't strain your face all day, look worried, relax, it's fine, what's more, there are still some geniuses that will be born!"
"Hmm." Xuanyuan Mo Ze responded and didn't say anything else, he just held her hand and pressed it against his cheek.
The events of this day seemed to have been easily revealed. Only, the Sun family fell and moved away from the Flying Immortal City, and the Soaring Clouds Immortal Sect's people seemed to have no reaction to Sun Wei's death, the days passed by, and still no one came to the Little Manor at the heart of the lake.
Little Manor at the heart of the lake is still living a quiet and pleasant days, the door is still closed, very rarely see people inside out, which makes the city of the crowd gradually rested curious mind.