Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor:Misty Cloud Translations
Feng Jiu was shaken when she heard the voice coming from the horizon. Her heart was pounding and her eyes were filled with surprise and wonder as she turned around.
A smile appeared on the corner of her lips as she spotted the familiar figure in black approaching from afar and her gaze was drawn strongly to the approaching figure.
Even if the person had a large beard and the appearance of a slovenly uncle, his sight made her forget about the pain from her wounds and prompted her to smile cheerfully.
She could tell by his appearance that he had come all the way home without stopping to rest.
There was a warm current coursing from her heart through her entire body, making her forget the pain caused by the wounds and making her happy as she remembered the person who had always cared about her even when he was far away and rushed to be with her without stopping in the journey.
It’s just a question of whether it was possible. After all, a hundred years ago, the Demon Lord was an Immortal Emperor. His strength was even more unfathomable a hundred years later. Xuanyuan Mo Ze was just approximately thirty years old as compared to the old devil, who was hundreds of years old.
Was he capable of fighting the Demon Lord since he was still so young?
When Bai Xiao noticed the man’s appearance from afar, from the mountain peak, he grinned widely. “It’s the Hell’s Lord. He’s back! That’s great!”
Feng Ye, who had been watching nervously, looked at the bearded man in black robes in the air with a frown on his small face. “Is that the man my niece likes? Why is he so old?”
“Not old, he just hasn’t shaved.” Bai Xiao grinned and looked ahead. His anxiety had dissipated. Hell’s Lord was a powerful figure in his heart. Feng Jiu should be fine now that he’s here.
Xuanyuan Mo Ze appeared at Feng Jiu’s side a few moments later… His deep dark pupils were layered with ice as he gazed at the azure robe splattered with blood
