"Ye'er!" A gentle, soft female voice, yet clearly tinged with barely suppressed excitement, drifted down from mid-air and entered the ear.

Shang Xiye's body trembled:

That sound...

He will never forget that voice that still frequently appears in his dreams!

Look up and gaze at the sky in front of you.

A beautiful woman dressed in a golden robe is descending slowly from mid-air.

The woman was very young, and her face, which showed no signs of aging, still possessed the stunning beauty of her youth. In fact, the passage of time had added a touch of mature charm and allure to her appearance.

She was also tall and slender, and her walk exuded a graceful charm that captivated people.

Her features resembled Shang Xiye's by six or seven points, and at first glance, she didn't look much older than Shang Xiye.

Ji Fengyao was secretly shocked: A Core Formation cultivator!

Moreover, this young lady is truly a beauty of unparalleled grace. Even in the cultivation world, such a face is considered top-tier, attracting countless young male cultivators.

But she calls her master "Ye'er," could it be that she...?

Ji Fengyao knew that most female cultivators in the cultivation world had good methods for maintaining their youthful appearance, especially female cultivators from large families. Even if they were only at the early Foundation Establishment stage, their families would pay a hundred times more attention to their appearance.

After all, even if one doesn't have exceptional talent, having a beautiful appearance can bring good marriage prospects to the family and contribute to its prosperity, which is still a great thing.

"...Mother...Consort..."

More than twenty years later, it is incredibly difficult to utter these two simple words again.

Even though Shang Xiye was usually such a decisive and resolute person, he almost couldn't pronounce those two words completely. Instead, they lingered in his throat and between his lips and teeth for a long time before he finally managed to utter them.

He never shed a tear again, though it was sometime during that period.

But at this moment, his voice choked with sobs.

He had so many questions he wanted to ask.

He could only utter those two words before he couldn't say another one.

"Ye'er, it's my Ye'er!" The woman descended from mid-air with tears streaming down her face. She rushed to Shang Xiye, cupped his face in her hands, and her beautiful eyes, filled with tears, reflected Shang Xiye's face. She was so loving and tender that she couldn't control herself.

Shang Xiye's hands, hanging by his sides, were also clenched tightly, desperately trying to suppress the surging emotions.

Ji Fengyao noticed that his body was trembling slightly, so she stepped forward and gently took his hand.

I could feel the softness and warmth of my wife's palm.

Shang Xiye's tense and turbulent emotions gradually calmed down. He held his wife's hand in return and said calmly, "Mother, this is my princess consort, Ji Fengyao. She is an excellent girl, and I like her very much."

The intention to protect and deter was evident in his words.

"Pfft," Zhao Qinglian chuckled, then gently touched Shang Xiye's forehead like she would a child, and said coquettishly, "You child, we've been separated for so many years. I love you and spoil you, hoping to give you more. Since she is the girl you love, I naturally have to treat her even better. I'm not stupid, how could I do something that would make my son dislike me, something that would make me a wicked mother-in-law?"

Shang Xiye: "..."

Although he still longed for his mother's tenderness from back then;

But after all these years, he has grown up, and some things can never be the same again.

For example, like when they were little, they would run into their mother's arms and act spoiled.

After Zhao Qinglian finished speaking, she carefully examined Ji Fengyao and saw that this little cutie was as pretty as a pink flower.