Tears welled up in Ji Qingqing's eyes as she looked at the towering figure standing tall and firm like a War God, the dazzling presence that captivated countless onlookers... Could that be her child?
Her body trembled uncontrollably and, finally, unable to restrain herself, she followed the others, flying towards the youth, picking up speed as she approached, the closer she got, the clearer she saw his face—the sharp expression a notable difference from the face of the youth who had fallen into the abyss before.
And his aura was distinctly different as well.
Her speed slowed again, a feeling of timidity and fear creeping over her as if she was touching a beautiful dream—real yet illusory, afraid to come closer yet longing to do so, afraid to touch yet desiring to.
Soon, He Jianlan and the others arrived at the edge of the city and looked at the youth whose Divine Light had now retracted and subdued. Gazing at that somewhat unfamiliar face, their tears nonetheless flowed.