Xuan Qingzi patted Feng Guang's head, "I've never seen you so affectionate towards this old man when we were little. Why are you being so mushy today?"

“Didn’t you say, Master? A teacher for a day is a father for life. So it’s not wrong for me to treat you like my father and cry for a while today.” Feng Guang wiped away his tears of emotion and stepped out of Xuan Qingzi’s arms, speaking in a serious tone.

Xuan Qingzi nodded helplessly, "I've never seen you senior brothers and sisters show any respect to your master before."

"Master..." Feng Guang hesitated for a moment, "Do you know where he is now?"

"Perhaps he is in the Ghost Realm, but strangely... according to my calculations, the Ghost Realm gate should have opened once every seven hundred years a few days ago, but he did not appear during those days."

"The gates to the Ghost Realm have already been opened?"

"Otherwise, why do you think I would pass the position of the next sect leader to you so recently? It's because I hope that when he comes to Xuanmen again, he will take into account that you are the next sect leader and not slaughter the people of Xuanmen again."

Feng Guang didn't have time to think about how cunning her master was. She anxiously asked, "Did something happen to him? Is that why he hasn't come to find me?"

“I’ve never been to the Ghost Realm, so I don’t know what it’s like inside. However, I do remember that among the new batch of disciples accepted by the Xuanmen, there was a girl named Xiaoxiao. The bells and hair ties on her body seem to be the Crimson Fire Silk that you used on the sword tassel.” Xuan Qingzi stroked his beard, quite pleased with himself. There was nothing in the Xuanmen that could be hidden from him.

The fact that he could revive the Xuanmen sect in just five hundred years makes him a legendary figure in the entire cultivation world, and naturally, countless people admire him.

"Xiaoxiao... Oh right, how could I forget about Xiaoxiao?" Fengguang threw off the covers and got out of bed, not even caring about the pain from her still-recovering wounds. She put on her shoes and ran out the door.

Xuan Qingzi was startled by his disciple's impetuous manner, but he remained calm, stroking his beard with an air of composure. Sure enough, the girl at the door ran back after a short while.

"Master, I can't fly on my sword right now. Please take me to my senior brother's place, Fengliu Cliff!"

Xuan Qingzi slowly got up, quite arrogantly. His disciple was usually so aloof, but now he had to come and beg him. It was a rare treat to satisfy his vanity as a master.

On Fengliu Cliff, the flamboyant daffodils that Shang Baizi loved most had become a major feature of the entire Xuanmen sect. But unfortunately, on the very first day that Xiaoxiao came to Fengliu Cliff, Shang Baizi painfully pulled up all of these daffodils because Xiaoxiao was allergic to pollen.

He didn't just take on a disciple, he clearly picked up a patriarch!

This little girl not only can't stand flowers, but she's also a picky eater. For example, today she doesn't like carrots. Even if you threaten to throw her off the mountain, she still refuses to eat carrots.

So when Fengguang arrived at Fengliu Cliff, he saw the little girl running ahead, with Shang Baizi chasing after her with a rice bowl in her hand. The scene was quite comical. In the end, the little girl bumped into Fengguang's arms.

Xiaoxiao looked up, was stunned when she saw Fengguang, and then shouted, "It's you, you heartless woman!"

“It’s me… Xiaoxiao.” Fengguang squatted down to be at eye level with the little girl. As far as Xiaoxiao was concerned, she was indeed the one who had abandoned her and left for so long, so she was indeed a heartless woman.