Old Gao's tone was usually mild.
But Xia Yangyang felt deeply moved even by his brief introduction.
Those people were truly extraordinary beings.
They were just like the high-ranking figures from the magical sects mentioned in a wuxia novel that she had read previously.
Although they were not from orthodox sects, they had their own specialties, and they were all extremely powerful.
Old Gao sighed, "Yangyang, you might not believe it if I say you look like an old friend of mine when I was young. I didn't treat this friend well. Seeing you now, I feel the need to make it up to him, maybe it's fate."
Xia Yangyang chuckled lightly, "I consider it as my good fortune. Godfather, you've saved me from perils over and over again, twice even saving my life. I'm truly grateful."
"Silly little girl," Old Gao reached out and ruffled Xia Yangyang's hair. "I know what has been happening to you. So, what's your plan now?"
Xia Yangyang had been making headlines recently.