'So he's really alive' the brown haired beauty thought to herself while patting her ample chest, sighing in relief as another image appears in her mind, a gorgeous, black-haired figure that seems to be unreachable to her, someone whom she places quite a lot of respect to, only for her to not listen to her last advice causing her to go from an extremely well known itinerant cultivator to a nameless wife of a sect master in the Eastern Province, the only good thing happening to her life from that point on being her daughter.
'Meiyao… I'm sorry for not listening to your words back then' the words appeared in her mind as she looks at the young man as if she's looking at her own child.
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