"Sister, it's Sister..."
Lin Yixuan's eyes suddenly lit up, looking up at the hillside.
"Chirp chirp."
At the same time, Little Kingfisher called out crisply, and like a burst of fiery lightning, it sped through the air toward them.
Following it was a figure with long black hair, floating in the wind.
"Sister." "Little Sister." "Master."
The group of youngsters were overjoyed and waved their arms, cheering loudly.
"How come you're all here?"
Lin Qingluo, who had arrived by Sword Control, landed gracefully and put away her flying sword. Confused, her gaze swept over each of the youngsters one by one.
"Baoya was worried about Master."
Baoya jumped into her arms before anyone else could react, rubbing its fluffy head against her clothes.
"Good, don't be afraid. Master is fine; I'm sorry to have worried you."
A warm current washed over Lin Qingluo's heart as she gently stroked Baoya's fur.