The fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy stood tall as a pine tree, with sharp and fierce eyebrows, like an unsheathed peerless sword, sharp and brilliant, shining brightly.
The little spirit perched on his shoulder was snowy white and pink, playful and cute.
With a palm-sized body, two maid hairpins, bare feet, pink cheeks on a small face, and a fiery red dress, she resembled a New Year's doll that had come to life from a traditional painting.
The stunningly beautiful woman smiled faintly, with a teasing smile, as she looked at Lin Jinyang.
"Ouch, ancestors, you're finally here."
Lin Jinyang and Yi Xian'er were anxious and impatient, counting every second, which felt like years.
Having finally waited for Jin Jing and Huo'er to arrive, and seeing Jinghong as well, they were both startled and overjoyed, finally letting their hearts return to their stomachs.
"We should not linger at the entrance for too long, let's go in, save Little Shui'er and leave."