Xuan Yan naturally understood that Ruirui was his son.
The moment he thought that was his own Zaizai, his heart went incomparably soft, and he wanted to see him with his own eyes.
A feeling of anticipation surged up in Xuan Yan's heart.
He also gained a strong will to survive.
He wanted to go back together with his wife.
The title "wife", those two words echoing once in his heart, felt like an extremely light feather brushing over the tip of his heart—no pain, just a tingling numbness spreading out, sending a soft ripple across the lake of his heart.
If it weren't the Snow Season already, Xuan Yan could have immediately carried Su Muyao and flown into the Southern Bird Clan Tribe.
Besides, flying outside during the Snow Season was also very dangerous.
At least within Black Rock City it was safe.
"Alright, once the Snow Season is over, I'll carry you all to the Bird Clan."
When Su Muyao heard that, her eyes lit up. "Xuan Yan, thank you so much."
"You're so good."
