"Qinghan, I saw the ice flowers you left behind."
Ye Qinghan was already on the verge of losing his composure. He had just calmed down when his master shattered his composure with a single sentence.
Ye Qinghan buried her head in Su Cheng's arms again, no longer daring to speak.
She was afraid that her master would discover her ability to read minds, but Su Cheng clearly misunderstood, thinking that Ye Qinghan had remembered what happened back then.
"I have collected the remnant soul of Qinghan's mother, which will allow you and your daughter to meet again."
Ye Qinghan couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to get up and give her master a deep bow. She felt she had to repay this kindness with her life.
Perhaps, like Daiyao who keeps owing more and more, she can't pay it back anymore...
But this time, Su Cheng seemed to have foreseen the future, pressing his eldest disciple, who was about to get up, back down.
Holding the beauty in one arm, he conjured a jade bottle out of thin air with the other, inside which was sealed the remnant soul of the Demon Emperor.
"Qinghan's mother's remnant soul is very weak. Even though I have my immortal techniques in the jade bottle to nourish it, it can only be maintained for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn."
After saying this, she placed a jade bottle the size of her palm into Ye Qinghan's hand, wiped away her tears, and then put it down.
Then, Su Cheng turned and left, leaving the mother and daughter to spend the rest of the time.
Ye Qinghan stood there blankly, watching his master's departing figure, and then quickly knelt down and gave a deep bow.
He remained seated for a long time, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions.
Countless days and nights, Ye Qinghan longed to see his mother again!
She had complaints about her mother, yet she also wanted to act like a child and be pampered, and she also wanted her mother to praise her.
She wanted to tell her mother about her recent situation. She had a master who loved her, a silly junior sister, an elder who was always trying to steal food, and a two-faced lackey.
She longed to be nestled in her mother's arms, wanting to be pampered, remembering how her mother could easily pick her up as a little fox with just her two tails...
Feelings of gratitude towards his master, longing for his mother, and nervousness at the prospect of meeting her again, Ye Qinghan was momentarily lost in a daze.
Kneeling on the ground, I looked at the translucent jade bottle in my hand, where I could see the flowing light swimming around like small fish.
Although he had been longing for this day, when it finally arrived, Ye Qinghan felt a little timid.
She didn't know how to face her mother, and she felt she should make some preparations first, such as writing a speech that she could read aloud.
His hands trembled as he held the bottle, but he didn't have the courage to open it.
Ye Qinghan didn't know if he was qualified to see his mother. Was this the way his mother wanted to see him?
He had just been taught a lesson by his master, and he was still far from mature enough, and his blood feud had not yet been avenged!
Should we wait until we've taken our revenge before we see our mother?
No, Ye Qinghan couldn't wait any longer; she wanted to see her mother.
As he gently parted the lid that seemed to be merely resting on top, Ye Qinghan's heart pounded in his chest. He had waited far too long for this day.
The lingering soul, like a stream of light, transformed into a human form, hazy and indistinct, like smoke, or like a television program with a poor signal, its phantom flickering as if due to a bad connection.
She seemed somewhat weak, and it took some time for the illusory figure to transform into the appearance of her mother.
Standing there, she was nothing more than a purple phantom, merely the outline of her mother.
But Ye Qinghan could recognize everything.
That was the Snow-Covered Cloud-Piercing Demon Emperor's Robe that my mother often wore. The nine pleats of the skirt were decorated with a magnificent picture of the world in gold thread, and the four sides of the cloud shoulder were embroidered with the four mountains of the Northern Region. The cloud shoulder was fastened with a snow-white fur cloak. I didn't know what Ye Qinghan's name was. I only knew that the lining was embroidered with a totem symbolizing the blood of the fox demon king.
The mother remained the same, neither warm nor cold, neither happy nor angry, her expression unreadable and her voice unheard, making her impossible to fathom.
The two looked at each other, speechless. Even though Ye Qinghan had a thousand words to say, he didn't know how to start.
However, it must be said that Ye Qinghan's mother was indeed very knowledgeable.
"Oh dear, it's only been a few days~ and she's already become estranged from her mother? What kind of man has bewitched my daughter?"
Mother Ye smiled, her water sleeves partially concealing her stunning beauty. Though her gesture was somewhat provocative, her demeanor was perfectly poised.
"Mother! That's my master!" Ye Qinghan didn't know why, but the word "master" just came out of her mouth.
Ye's mother also smiled slyly, feeling that her daughter had truly grown up.
"So that's how it is. My sweetheart has become a disciple? Is your master very handsome? He's made my daughter so infatuated?"
"He is very handsome, but doesn't Mother have anything else to say?"
Ye Qinghan was a little unhappy. She had always missed her mother, but her mother kept making fun of her during this rare opportunity.
Ye Qinghan pouted, looking resentful. To be honest, she rarely showed such an expression.
She had been alone for a long time. Ever since she escaped from the Northern Region, she could only blame herself for her lack of strength and could not blame anyone else.
After joining the Lingxian Palace, her master treated her like his own daughter, so she couldn't bring herself to complain.
A child without a mother is like a blade of grass; what good will complaining and blaming others do?
"No, seeing you tells me you're doing well, and that's enough."
Ye Qinghan didn't understand why her mother didn't seem to miss her at all, and instead was always smiling!
On the contrary, she had to use all her strength just to suppress her emotions!
"Mother, don't you miss Qinghan?"
"Hmm? Qinghan?"
"Master knew Qinghan's destiny, so he bestowed a name upon Qinghan to change her fate. This is the name Master gave to Qinghan, Ye Qinghan."
Mother Ye nodded thoughtfully, indicating that it didn't matter.
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