Bai Su

The old lady wore a muted color robe which made her complexion look paler. Her skin had grown dull and creased with age, and her head was bare, almost bald; just a few strands of grey hair flickered in the breeze.

She ­­seemed very emotional, breaking Bai Xuanyu and Bai Xuanshuang's grip while rushing to have a close up look of Zhang Ruochen. Holding his hands, she broke down in tears. "My prince… my prince… is that really you? You have returned, haven't you?"

­The old lady's cultivation was so strong that the space surrounding them felt as if it had been carved from the rest.

No one could see nor touch them though they were standing in the middle of a busy street.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes met the old lady's. He felt a strange sense of recognition and familiarity despite meeting her for the first time. He could also tell she wasn't faking her tears.

Someone at her age would not have broken down so easily.