Yu Yan fumbled as she pulled the child tightly into her arms, one hand gently stroking that little face beaded with tears.
"Be good, don't cry, don't cry..." She rocked her clumsily, the tip of her nose brushing the baby's milk-scented newborn hair. "Daddy's only gone to pick stars for you..."
...
Zhou Qing stood beneath the crooked-neck jujube tree, the bronze mask on his face glinting coldly.
Compared to a few days ago, the cultivators here were now much fewer.
Perhaps the long, fruitless search for the Three-Flower Corpse had worn down everyone's patience, or perhaps the news of the Shen Family's extermination and the appearance of Double Rune Inscription Divine Techniques had drawn more eyes away.
Only when the last injured cultivator stepped out from the safe zone beneath the jujube tree did that man sweep a wary gaze over Zhou Qing, cursing under his breath.
Ever since this person showed up, Zhou Qing had kept staring at him, making his heart involuntarily jitter.
