In the distance.
Xu Youran was chasing a small alien creature.
She saw from afar the mighty giant shadow, thousands of feet tall, like a mountain range.
How could she dare to let the Silver Horned Little Alien run over there?
However, the fully recovered Silver Horned Little Alien moved extremely fast, jumping out of her arms to this place in just a dozen breaths.
It wasn't much slower than a Nascent Soul.
The old woman sensed something.
Turning her head, a trace of excitement appeared on her aged cheeks.
With a flash, she instantaneously moved in front of the Silver Horned Little Alien, opened her arms, and immediately held it in her embrace.
"Young Master! I thought you were dead!"
The joy of regaining what was lost made even her, at the Divinity Transformation Realm, shed tears of joy, her eyes moist with old tears.
The Silver Horned Little Alien nuzzled in her arms, chirping adorably, seemingly very affectionate and happy.
"Good, good, okay, as long as you're fine."