Baili An held the small sword and took a deep look at Su Guanhai.
Being one of the leaders of the Three Sects, this man was really different from his father.
His father always distinguished between right and wrong with great clarity, being decisive and upright.
In his eyes, right is right, and wrong is wrong, with little reasoning involved.
And anything from the Demon Sect was naturally considered evil, sothing he rarely got involved with.
But Su Guanhai’s views agreed with Baili An’s opinions.
He pondered briefly and decided to put away the small sword.
Seeing that Baili An did not refuse or say much more, Su Guanhai appeared even more satisfied.
"Alright then, both of you are injured. Co with back to Nanze Mountain to recuperate properly."
After saying this, Su Guanhai turned to look at his son, whom he had neglected for a long ti, and said with a smile: "Jing, you co back with too."
The dark-skinned boy squatted on the ground in anger, his face full of wrath: "I’m not going back! She destroyed my manor! I want to teach her a lesson!"
Yin Baishuang said helplessly: "I didn’t an to... How about this, once I’ve recovered, I’ll help you reorganize your manor."
The boy snorted coldly, indicating his refusal.
Su Guanhai chuckled, "You have no choice in the matter. If you don’t go back, how will you transcribe the Heart Clearing Technique?"
With these words, Su Guanhai gently pointed with a smile, and a Fire Lotus rose beneath the feet of Baili An, Yin Baishuang, and the dark-skinned boy, each one lifting them instantly.
The warm breeze brushed over the dead leaves and barren earth, as the mountain forest once again returned to a desolate scene.
Encased within the Fire Lotus, Baili An felt the warmth of the lotus fire, yet it did not burn him.
Before he had ti to respond, the Fire Lotus had already crossed nurous peaks, cloud seas, dense forests, and deep valleys, and the ground under his feet suddenly beca solid.
Looking down, he found himself standing firmly in a quiet courtyard.
Baili An instinctively supported Yin Baishuang, worried she might not be able to stand because of her foot injury.
The dark-skinned boy, seeing he had been forcibly brought back to his ho in the Nanze Mountain by his father, looked increasingly displeased.
With a cold humph, he ran straight to his room without saying a word.
Su Guanhai shook his head with a helpless smile: "This child... he’s so old, yet he still doesn’t understand proper manners."
Baili An gave a helpless smile.
Having his entire residence unintentionally destroyed would naturally make anyone this angry.
Just as he was about to speak, he caught sight of a pale yellow figure flashing past the corridor out of the corner of his eye.
Following was the sound of a body colliding, prompting him to look up.
He saw the boy who had been running crash into a beautiful woman, holding his forehead while silently looking at her.
The woman had a compassionate look, with gentle and elegant features. Her gentle and graceful deanor was further accentuated by her goose-yellow palace dress.
Her gentle eyes seed to contain autumn water, making her an extraordinary beauty.
She placed a soft hand on the boy’s shoulder, slightly bending over with a smile for him.
Her other hand gently massaged the boy’s forehead, soothing his pain.
Jing, however, seed completely unmoved by this scene, his gaze carrying a hint of indifference as he looked at her.
After a while, he reluctantly muttered, "Mother."
The beautiful woman ruffled his hair with a smile, "You’re so big now, yet still so clumsy, aren’t you hurt?" Her voice, though containing a hint of reproach, was as gentle and appealing as spring water, her gentle gaze seemingly capable of lting even the coldest things perfectly.
Baili An was montarily stunned by the sight of this beautiful woman, even associating her with the Bodhisattva from the books.
Suddenly... a sharp pain shot from his waist.
Looking down, a tender white hand was pinching the soft flesh of his waist.
He quickly heard a cold snort by his ear, followed by a jealous remark.
"Don’t stare at other won blankly."
Being close to Baili An and Yin Baishuang, Su Guanhai naturally heard this comnt, slighting his brows without a word.
Baili An smiled bitterly, retracting his gaze, noticing Yin Baishuang’s puffed cheeks in annoyance was irresistibly cute, tempting him to kiss her.
"Don’t say anything silly, I only thought of my mother when I saw how gentle that elder was, I wasn’t daydreaming."
Although the beautiful woman looked very young, Baili An could still feel the vast and profound spiritual power coursing within her, indicating her extraordinary cultivation.
Moreover, he clearly heard the boy call her ’mother’, so she must naturally be the mistress of the Taixuan Sect...
The Sect Master of Taixuan Sect, Su Guanhai.
He only loved one person throughout his life, having only one Dao partner.
He rembers her na circulated in this Mortal World as... Li Bansheng.
So calling her an elder was very appropriate.
Upon hearing this satisfactory explanation, Yin Baishuang’s puffed cheeks, inflated like buns, finally began to deflate, her small hand delicately caressing his waist as if in apology.
Unexpectedly, his explanation to Yin Baishuang had been overheard by the beautiful woman with keen hearing from a distance.
She gazed towards the poorly dressed boy without any apparent reaction.
The beautiful woman smiled gently and said, "This young man is surnad Baili? If so, you can call mother if you wish."
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