Shu Ning glanced at Zi Qianjing standing quietly beside her, and said with a gentle smile, "Yue’er’s son."
It was as if being struck by thunder, An Qian’s whole body stiffened.
This man is Mu Ruyue’s son? Could it be that her ears were hallucinating? How could such a thing happen? How could she possibly give birth to a son only a few years younger than her...
"I must have misheard, yes, I must have misheard."
An Qian murmured to herself, as if this was the only way she could believe that it was her hallucination...
"Sister," Xiao Qingqing threw herself into Mu Ruyue’s arms, raising her beautiful face with a naive and innocent smile, "You’ve finally returned, but didn’t my little nephew co back with you?"
In an instant, everyone’s gaze turned to Mu Ruyue, as if waiting for her response.
Mu Ruyue’s body stiffened, and after a long ti, she relaxed and said with a smile, "Huanghui has sothing to attend to and has left for a while, but he’ll be back soon."
After all, Little Huang’er’s identity is too widespread, and he might be exploited by those with intentions, so for now, he cannot appear in public...
"Oh."
Xiao Qingqing sighed with a bit of disappointnt. She hadn’t seen him for a long ti, and she indeed missed that jade-carved little nephew...
"Co with ," Murong Qingchu’s gaze fell on Mu Ruyue and unobtrusively swept to Ye Wuchen, his tone gentle, "I have sothing to tell you."
Mu Ruyue composed her expression and nodded slightly, "Alright, then we’ll talk in the study room. Mother, Shu Ning is my friend, and these people, please take care of them."
As she spoke, she and Ye Wuchen followed behind Murong Qingchu and soon disappeared into the courtyard.
In the study, the man stood with his hands behind his back, the pale sunlight pouring down, falling on his silver-white hair, appearing as cold and ethereal as an Immortal stepping out of a painting.
Mu Ruyue looked directly at the man in front of her, "I wonder what you want to say to us?"
Slowly, the man turned around, his cold eyes showing a faint smile, "A few days ago, I predicted the future of the continent and saw so scenes. Soon, the entire continent will be ravaged, everyone will be suffering in a living hell."
The scene was so terrifying that he dared not look a second ti...
Mu Ruyue’s heart sank.
She could disregard the lives of others on the continent, but here, she had beloved family.
"The purpose of telling us this is..."
"I just want to tell you that your ti is running out," Murong Qingchu said with a faint smile, "After all, when those people press in, you need to enhance your strength! A Spiritual Elent, for those strong ones, is still too weak..."
Mu Ruyue’s heart slowly sank down, feeling her inner unease, a pair of large hands grasped hers tightly.
The warmth from the palm reassured her, and she looked towards the cold, ethereal man bathed in sunlight.
"I will enhance my strength as soon as possible!"
Murong Qingchu laughed, "Do you know about the Eighteen Layers of Purgatory?"
Eighteen Layers of Purgatory?
Mu Ruyue’s heart trembled, and the words of Xiao Jing just before his death echoed in her mind.
Feng Jingtian is enduring torture inside the Eighteen Layers of Purgatory! Just hearing the na, one can imagine what the Eighteen Layers of Purgatory is like...
"It seems you know your friend is in the Eighteen Layers of Purgatory." Murong Qingchu smiled faintly, his gaze gentle, "Next, what I want to tell you is about this Eighteen Layers of Purgatory..."
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