"Master, I'm back!"
Qin Yu only felt tears in his eyes as he shouted.
As the voice echoed, two figures walked toward them on a small path in the back mountain.
"Qin Yu, it's you. I told my father it was your voice, but he didn't believe me!"
Wen Er laughed and hugged Qin Yu.
Wen Wanchong looked at them with a smile by the side, his expression somewhat emotional.
It had been 200 years since they parted ways in Zhongzhou, and he thought he would never see Qin Yu again. He never thought that he would appear in Huaning Mountain like a dream.
"Are you courting death, kid? Didn't you hear me calling you?"
Jue Wu sent Wen Er flying with a kick, making him sweat from the pain.
Jue Wu grabbed Wen Wanchong's beard and asked, "Old man, did you steal my wine?"
Wen Wanchong's expression froze, and he immediately said no.