My Son Knows Who Takes Care Of Him Best

Different from the rainy season on the mortal island, in the world of cultivation, winter had come. Snow fell gently, each flake carrying traces of Spiritual Energy.

As the snow fell, it mixed with spiritual clouds and mists to cover the peak of Azure Sword Mountain, making it look like a mountain of immortals.

At this moment, in the outer part of Azure Sword City, the Transmission Array Formation lit up as a young man and a stunning woman stepped out from the Array light.

The young man had white long hair that was held up by a jade hairpin with a blue tassel hanging from it.

Along with his demonic face, his blood-red eyes exuded mystery and arrogance. He wore black robes with white cloud patterns that fluttered in the light breeze.

Beside him stood a seductive mature woman whose beauty compelled the disciples stationed here to take a few more glances, despite knowing who the young man beside her was.