After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

"Let's go, Ranran, let's go home."

Liu Qingwan gently pulled Xie Xingran into her arms. The little guy's soft body pressed against her clothes, and she raised her hand to tidy up the messy strands of hair on the child's forehead.

The coldness in her eyes faded slightly, leaving only tenderness for her young son. She turned and walked slowly forward, stepping into the cool breeze.

Lin Feng stood there, watching the mother and son walk away hand in hand. He reached out his hand, his voice urgent, and quickly called out to them:

"Ranran, aren't you going to Hidden Edge Valley?!"

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Xie Xingran's small figure, filled with anticipation and anxiety.

"I'm not going!"

Xie Xingran peeked her head out from Liu Qingwan's arms, her voice crisp and clear, without the slightest hesitation, as if she had already made up her mind.

He raised his chubby little hand high and waved it vigorously at Lin Feng, his eyes crinkling with joy. "Grandpa Lin, I'll come find you again later. Now I'm going home with Mommy!"

Looking at Xie Xingran's youthful appearance, and then glancing at Liu Qingwan's back, which showed no intention of turning back, Lin Feng finally sighed heavily, filled with reluctance and regret.

What a disappointment!

He raised his hand to rub his temples, speaking softly so as not to upset the little one: "Alright, then you must remember to come. Grandpa Lin is in Cangfeng Valley, waiting for you."

"Mmm~"

Xie Xingran nodded obediently, her little head bobbing like a rattle drum. She reached out and hugged Liu Qingwan's neck, burying her face in the crook of her neck and whispering, "Mommy, let's go home quickly, Ranran is hungry."

"it is good."

Liu Qingwan responded softly, and carrying Xie Xingran, slowly passed by Xie Jinghan.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Xie Jinghan stood frozen in place, looking at his wife's resolute and indifferent profile.

His profile was cool and beautiful, without the slightest ripple, as if he were just an insignificant stranger. An indescribable panic instantly gripped his heart, and a dense pain spread along his veins to every part of his body.

He instinctively reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, wanting to gently tug at Liu Qingwan's sleeve. His voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a barely perceptible plea: "Qingwan..."

But before his fingertips could even touch the fabric, Liu Qingwan subtly avoided them.

She didn't stop walking, but slowly raised her eyes, her gaze calmly landing on Xie Jinghan's face. There was no anger, no grievance, only a distant indifference, and her tone was so flat that it lacked any warmth:

"I'll take Ranran back first. You go back to Qianji Pavilion." After saying that, she looked away and didn't look at him again.

After saying that, she turned to look at Liu Xuan not far away, nodded gently, and called softly, "Father, let's go back. I wonder how things are going at the Holy Land? Can Mother manage all this alone?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xuan's gaze swept back and forth between his daughter's aloof profile and his son-in-law's distraught appearance. A complex emotion flickered in his eyes, including helplessness, regret, and a touch of heartache for his daughter.

He remained silent for a moment, then closed his eyes and gently shook his head. He said nothing more, only nodding slightly to Liu Qingwan as a sign of agreement.

He knew that once his daughter made a decision, nothing could change it. Since she had chosen to leave, he, as her father, could only give her his full support.

Liu Qingwan said no more. She made a hand seal, and a pure white flying sword instantly appeared under her feet. She gently landed on the flying sword while holding Xie Xingran.

Her clothes fluttered, her black hair swayed in the wind, and her flying sword transformed into a streak of light, slowly rising into the air and speeding towards home, becoming a tiny dot in the sky in the blink of an eye.

Xie Jinghan remained frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the disappearing streak of light. The pain and sorrow in his eyes were almost overflowing, and his aura became increasingly low and oppressive.

He finally understood that Qingwan truly didn't want him this time.

His outstretched hand remained suspended in mid-air. He longed to catch up, to hold his wife's hand, to tell her that he knew he was wrong, but he didn't even have the strength to take a step.

Liu Xuan stepped forward, raised his hand, and gently patted his son-in-law's back. His tone was full of comfort, but also tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Jinghan, that's enough. You two should calm down first. Qingwan is stubborn, and she's angry right now. There's no use in you rushing her. Give her some time."

"I'll give you some time..." Liu Xuan paused for a moment, "Think about how to treat Ranran."

If Xie Jinghan continues to treat Ranran this way, then he and his daughter will never be able to reconcile.

Liu Xuan sighed inwardly. He knew his daughter's temper best; once she was hurt, it would be difficult for her to let go for a long time.

Now that Qingwan has made her choice and decision, he, as her father, can only unconditionally support and protect her.

As for Xie Jinghan, although he felt sorry for his son-in-law, he could only watch helplessly.

In matters of the heart, it is ultimately up to the couple to resolve themselves; no amount of advice from others can really help.

After saying that, Liu Xuan patted Xie Jinghan on the shoulder again, then turned and left, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance.

Xie Jinghan was left alone, standing there dejectedly, shrouded in an overwhelming sadness and loneliness, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Inside the sacred land of Fire Marrow Pills, the turmoil had long since subsided, and a faint scent of burnt pills still lingered in the air.

He Anyao stood in the center of the Holy Land's square, organizing her disciples to clean up the scene in an orderly manner. Her expression was calm, her tone steady, and every word and action revealed the composure and competence of the Holy Land's lady.

Although the turmoil came suddenly, it did not cause too much damage. The disciples each performed their duties: some swept up the rubble, some sorted out the scattered pills, and some repaired the damaged fences. After a flurry of activity, the square was quickly restored to its former cleanliness.

He Anyao breathed a sigh of relief, slowly walked to the stone chair next to her and sat down. She raised her hand to rub her slightly sore temples. The hard work and tension just now made her eyes look tired.

Bai Zhi quickly stepped forward, carrying a warm teacup in her hands. The tea steamed gently, emitting a faint fragrance. She respectfully handed it to He Anyao, saying, "Madam, you've worked hard. Please have some tea and rest."

He Anyao nodded, took the teacup, and felt a warm sensation spread slowly to her heart as her fingertips touched the warm porcelain. This slightly relieved her fatigue.

She took a small sip; the tea was sweet and refreshing, soothing her throat and relieving some of the dryness.

As dusk settled, the sky, which had long lost its daytime clarity, gradually darkened.

He Anyao gazed into the distance, her brows furrowed, her eyes brimming with unconcealed worry.

"I wonder if Qingwan and the others have found Ranran yet..."

She murmured softly, her voice filled with anxiety, and the image of her grandson's soft and adorable face involuntarily appeared in her mind.

My grandson is still so young, innocent and ignorant, a tiny little thing, he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself. The war between immortals and demons has just ended. If he encounters any danger outside, how can such a weak child protect himself?

The moment this thought crossed He Anyao's mind, her heart clenched tightly, and the sorrow in her eyes almost overflowed.

She raised her hand and pressed it to her chest, forcing herself to calm down, but the trembling of her fingertips betrayed her inner panic.

Bai Zhi, who was standing nearby, saw all of this and quickly stepped forward to comfort him, saying, "Don't worry, Madam. The young master is born with an auspicious aura and is a rare person with great fortune. Good people are always protected by heaven, and he will certainly not encounter any danger."

"Besides, Miss and Son-in-law are both highly skilled, and the Holy Lord is also incredibly powerful. They will definitely find the young master safely and return safely."

"Yes... everything will be alright. My Ranran is such a good girl, she'll definitely be safe and sound."

The anxiety in He Anyao's eyes subsided slightly, but a hint of unease remained. She murmured to herself.

As soon as she finished speaking, a slight fluctuation of spiritual energy came from the sky. A streak of light pierced the dim sky and slowly descended—it was Liu Qingwan, Liu Xuan, and Xie Xingran, whom she had been longing for.