Yan Shaoqi had a casual smile on his face. He stared at the cub in front of him and said casually, "Now, can you tell me about your life experience?" I can send you back quickly.

When he saw Zhao Zhao seriously injured, Yan Shaoqi could not stand by and watch him die, so he had to bring Zhao Zhao back. However, he was also afraid of trouble, so now he just wanted to send Zhao Zhao home as soon as possible.

"I am the son of Lan Sheng from Guiyun Sect..." Zhao Zhao rolled his eyes and grinned.

Yan Shaoqi was surprised, "Immortal Lan Sheng, is he your father?"

Wasn't Immortal Lan Sheng seriously injured and recuperating for years? And when did he give birth to a son?

"In that case, I will send a letter to the Immortal Venerable and ask him to come and pick you up."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhao was so happy, "Okay, thank you."

After seeing him write the flying letter and send it out, Zhao Zhao stayed here obediently waiting for Lan Sheng's arrival.

Yan Shaoqi sent Arong to take care of him while he went to take care of the sect's affairs.

This afternoon, Zhao Zhao felt Lan Sheng's breath and immediately got up from the bed. Because the movement was too large, it pulled the wound and Zhao Zhao grimaced in pain.

Without caring about anything else, Zhao Zhao pushed the door open and met Lan Sheng's eyes as he was about to push the door open from outside.

Seeing him, Zhao Zhao's eyes burst into great joy, and she threw herself into his arms, "Lan Sheng!"

Lan Sheng squatted down and looked at the wounds all over his body in disbelief, "Zhao Zhao, who hurt you?!"

His eyes were red and full of heartache.

Zhao Zhao didn't reply to him. She proudly took out the Frost Flower and said, "See, I'm really good."

"Frost Flower?!"

"You went to the extremely cold place?!"

Zhao Zhao nodded.

Lan Sheng was completely frozen in place. At this point, there was nothing he didn't understand about Zhao Zhao's injuries.

"...Go home." Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence: go home.

Carefully picking up Zhao Zhao, Lan Sheng turned around and thanked Yan Shaoqi who was following behind him.

Yan Shaoqi smiled seriously, "You are too polite, Immortal Venerable."

Lan Sheng sent someone to give Yan Shaoqi a generous gift, and then took Zhao Zhao back to Guiyun Sect.

"Lan Sheng, I want the little gem." As soon as they arrived at the familiar place, the money-loving Zhao Zhao opened his gem-like eyes and stared at him without blinking.

Lan Sheng now obeyed him in everything, even directly throwing his storage bag to him, "All for you."

His smile was gentle, indulgent and doting.

Zhao Zhao took it without hesitation, injected spiritual power into the storage bag, and instantly loved Lan Sheng even more.

"Lan Sheng, you gave me a lot of money~"

Lan Sheng chuckled, patted his head, and sighed, "Take this time to heal your wounds."

Zhao Zhao nodded obediently.

This situation really does resemble the scene of a loving father and a filial son. Thinking of the letter Yan Shaoqi sent today saying, "Your son is with me," I feel helpless.

"Zhao Zhao, tell me, when did I have a son? Hmm?"

Taking the medicine from the servant, Lan Sheng asked as he fed it to Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao smiled nonchalantly, "Lan Sheng, I, the sword spirit, am your son."

"Hmph~" Lan Sheng chuckled. That's right, raising a sword spirit is really like raising a son.

After feeding him the medicine, Lan Sheng patted his little head again and said, "Okay, go to sleep."

"Hehe." Zhao Zhao lay down obediently, and fell into a deep sleep in a short while.

Lan Sheng sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his sleeping face for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

Taking out the frost flower given by Zhao Zhao, Lan Sheng looked at it with tenderness in his eyes.

This flower was well protected and had no damage at all. The contrast between the delicate frost flower and the wounded Zhao Zhao made Lan Sheng feel indescribably sad.

How could he deserve to have a sword spirit that loved him so much?