The view from the deck is much more open than from inside the cabin.
Li Jinchu's flying artifact was not large, and it did not fly very high; the clouds were still above their heads.
At this moment, several enormous bird-like monsters emerged from the soft clouds and circled around their small, flat boat.
"Chief Bai Ze?" Li Jinchu saw a figure standing on the head of the leading bird.
Ji Mo Jueqian was still dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with Bai Ze's soft tail gently curling behind her.
"Having disturbed the cultivation world for a few days, we are now preparing to return to Penglai." With a light tap of her toes, she leaped from the large bird beneath her feet and landed gracefully on the deck of Li Jinchu's flying magic artifact.
"It can be said that I have a special connection with you young friends, and I have come to say goodbye."
Ji Mofan actually wanted to ask, "What about Sect Master Qi Yuan?"
But in the end, I didn't bring it up.
It's impolite for a junior like him to ask too many questions about the relationship between elders, whether they stay or leave.
Regardless of whether the two were truly sincere back then, or whether they were forced to be separated for a hundred years because of Qu Jin, the regrets of the past are not a reason to bind two souls together.
The sea will dry up, the rocks will crumble, and time can change everything.
To put it bluntly, Ji Mo Jueqian is doing so well in the demon realm now, so why should she stay in the cultivation world for a man?
Even if they were to return, it would have to be her taking Qi Yuan to their territory.
"It is also an honor for this junior to have met you, Madam." Ji Mo Fan took two steps forward, bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.
Li Geyue and Fang Xuan were unaware of the entanglement between Ji Mo Jueqian and Qi Yuan. They didn't even know the real name of this Bai Ze clan chief. Now they realized that Ji Mo Jueqian hadn't come for them, and they both took a step back.
Ji Mo Jueqian casually patted Ji Mo Fan's head. "Good child, the name was given to you by mistake. Consider it a worthless gift from your elder whom I have never met."
"Don't hold a grudge against Lao Qi. He wasn't ignoring your situation; he had his own difficulties."
In the past few days, Ji Mo Jueqian has asked Qi Yuan a lot about how the two children exchanged lives.
Although she was furious that Qi Yuan had abandoned her son to be raised by someone else, she also understood that given Qu Jin's attitude at the time, it would have been questionable whether their youngest son could even hatch if they hadn't been sent to the Demon Realm.
Moreover, she complained about Qi Yuan, but she had no complaints about Ji Mofan.
After all, if he hadn't been taken in by Qi Yuan, he wouldn't have suffered so much distress in the first ten years of his life.
Look how stupid Xihe is, being raised by the Demon Lord, and look at what Ji Mofan, who is so much younger than Xihe, looks like now.
Why is he so well-rounded in all his skills, even to the point that he can single-handedly support an entire sect?
It's because there was no one behind him.
Ji Mo Jueqian felt that he was not such a pretentious person before.
Even after laying eggs, she wasn't as fussy and sentimental as other mothers in the tribe. She had always thought that her personality would remain the same for the rest of her life.
But when she saw the grown-up Xihe standing there blankly in front of her, she suddenly felt her heartbeat change.
The desire to be a mother suddenly took over.
Ji Mo Fan lowered his head but did not reply to Ji Mo Jueqian's words.
To be honest, ever since he was reborn, every time he faced Qi Yuan, he could clearly feel that he could no longer get along with Qi Yuan the way he did in his previous life.
Especially after realizing that her background was related to the Demon Lord, indescribable emotions spread through her heart.
He would never forget the scene when he climbed the nine hundred and ninety-nine steps of Yuncang Mountain and looked up to see Qi Yuan for the first time:
But he could not forget the pain of Qi Fengyu piercing his mind with a sword.
Both gratitude and resentment are related to Qi Yuan.
"Oh, right, there's something else." Seeing that he didn't respond, Ji Mojueqian's eyes flashed, and she took out a white ball from her sleeve.
Xihe was sleeping soundly on her mother's body when she was suddenly pulled out to be exposed to the wind, which deformed her fluffy fur.
His body, which had grown a little, had now shrunk back to the state it was in when Ji Mo Fan first saw him in his original form, with a big nose and a bleat.
"Could you please make a trip to the Yuncang Sword Sect?" Ji Mo Jueqian tossed his son into Ji Mo Fan's hands. "Take this kid back to Qi Yuan."
Ji Mofan, holding a white ball of fluff, was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"
Ji Mo Jueqian turned his gaze away. "I'm in a hurry to get back to Penglai. It's inconvenient to bring him along, and I don't have time to take a detour and make another trip."
Ji Mo Fanxin said, could your excuse be any more awkward?
Xihe is over a hundred years old. How could he not find his way home if he went out alone?
Back then, he was able to search all the way from the cultivation world to Penglai all by himself!
Isn't this just an excuse to make Ji Mofan return to the Yun Cang Sword Sect?
Ji Mofan was somewhat resistant to going back, but to be honest, now that everything had settled down, he did have some things he needed to go back and settle.
Since Ji Mo Jueqian had offered him such a way out, he felt it was a good idea to accept it.
"I understand, and I will certainly live up to your expectations," he said.
The demon race came quickly and left quickly.
Ji Mo Jueqian rode back onto the large bird, and a group of demonic beasts flapped their wings and disappeared back into the surging sea of clouds, vanishing without a trace.
"Are you going back now?" Li Jinchu turned his gaze away from the clouds and looked at Ji Mofan and the white figure nestled in his arms.
Tsk, just because she can turn into a fluffy little thing, she rubs herself against Ji Mofan so brazenly.
How shameless.
"Yes, the sooner we finish this, the sooner it's over." Ji Mo Fan lowered his eyes and casually stroked Xi He's soft fur.
It feels really good.
Xihe perched on his arm and shook her fur, whether she was enjoying it or simply still half asleep, it was hard to tell.
At the same time, Ji Mofan also sensed an unpleasant emotion in his sea of consciousness.
It seems that Lianrong is expressing her dissatisfaction with him touching other monsters.
Ji Mo Fan felt a little guilty and withdrew his hand that was about to touch Xi He again, instead lifting him by the scruff of his neck and putting him on the ground.
“How old are you? Do you still need me to carry you? Get down and walk by yourself,” he said.
Xihe fell to the ground and bounced twice before obediently transforming back into human form.
"You can't treat beasts like that!" Xihe accused. "Who throws them on the ground just because they disagree with you?"
"It won't break if you drop it." Ji Mofan's expression remained unchanged.
Xihe was speechless.
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