"Master!" The young man's disheveled hair fluttered in the wind as he gazed at the familiar figure before him, his eyes already brimming with tears, and with a plop, he knelt down midair.
"Xiao Er, after so many years, I didn't expect that you would have grown this much. A third-tribulation Taoist Body, not bad at all!" Yang Ji said with a slight smile, waving a hand and sending a gentle breeze that picked up Deng Xiao.
"Zhi Yuan, hurry, pay your respects to your grandmaster!" After getting up, Deng Xiao quickly turned to the girl beside him.
The little girl, with her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity, looked up at Yang Ji and obediently knelt down, gently bowing her head and saying, "Zhi Yuan pays respects to the grandmaster!"
"Child, there's no need for such formalities!" Yang Ji conjured a large hand and lifted the little girl, pulling her closer and warmly ruffling her hair with a smile.