Lin Qingjia was momentarily unable to react, she paused slightly, "My own flesh and blood, I—"
As the words reached her lips, the image of a plainly dressed person suddenly appeared in her mind.
Lin Qingjia's hand trembled, and the teacup fell from her grasp.
"You've forgotten?" An Roujin looked at her, then wiped her mouth, "It was you who ran over to leave with me, crying and saying you didn't want to stay in that kind of place."
Initially, she hadn't planned on taking a burden along, but the young Lin Qingjia was very clever, always following her.
After arriving in the capital city where the security was tight, she had no choice but to keep Lin Qingjia with her at all times.
Later, when she was looking to climb another lofty branch, she coincidentally encountered the Lin Family, who discovered Lin Qingjia's astonishing ancient martial talent and wanted to take her back.
Even An Roujin hadn't expected that, with Lin Qingjia, she'd be able to enter the Ancient Martial World.