Encountering an old friend

As she murmured, Xuanyuan Mo Ze followed her gaze. When his deep gaze fell on the little girl, his expression also carried a hint of trance.

It's been more than a year, and the two children will soon be four years old.

He gathered his thoughts and, embracing Feng Jiu beside him, said, "We've looked for quite a few regions and towns over the past year and four months. Perhaps the children aren't far from us."

"Well, the two younger ones are almost four years old, and Hao'er is almost ten. I just don't know what they've become like these days. How much have they grown? Have they improved in cultivation? Have they thought of us?" Feng Jiu said softly, feeling an indescribable sense of loss.

"Let's find an inn and rest for a while! I'll go around the city and ask around to see if there's any news of them here," said Xuanyuan Mo Ze, taking her hand and walking together to the inn in front of them.