"Mother, don't be sad, grandfather also hopes for you to be happy."
Beside her, Lu Qingqi pressed her little face and held her mother's hand, speaking to comfort her.
"Mhm."
Lu Miaohuan wiped away the tear stains on her face, concealing her grief and sorrow with a gentle voice: "Mother's fine."
Lu Changsheng sighed inwardly, quietly accompanying his wife alongside their daughter.
"Wow, Mother, you didn't see it, Sister Wangshu 'whooshed' and flew out so many talismans..."
Lu Qingqi vividly narrated the battle at Red Leaf Valley Market to her mother.
She wasn't exactly admiring the might of such means.
But she found them splendidly cool, especially when in the end, the talismans condensed into a phoenix.
"Wangshu is so powerful, isn't that to say even more so than you, Father, back in the day?"
Lu Miaohuan said with some surprise.
