The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Qin Jiaojiao's cries were heart-wrenching, and her tears fell like beads from a broken string.

One after another, the snowflakes fell on Wang Long's shoulders, quickly soaking a large area of ​​his clothes.

Her small body trembled violently in Wang Long's arms, her hands gripping his collar tightly.

It was as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would disappear again.

I saw the spatial rift was about to close, but I didn't see the two of them.

Qin Jiaojiao was really terrified.

Wang Long put his arm around her, gently patting her back with one hand, his voice low and tender.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Daddy's back, isn't he?"

"Your father promised you, and he will never break his promise!"

"Sweetie, don't cry, or your eyes will get swollen."

Qin Jiaojiao raised her head, sobbing, and looked at him with teary eyes, her little face full of grievance and worry.

Wang Long reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face, his movements as gentle as if he were wiping a rare treasure.

Qin Jiaojiao sniffed, then turned to look at Xu Wanyun, her voice choked with emotion.

"Master! You're alright! That's wonderful!"

She released Wang Long, then threw herself into Xu Wanyun's arms, hugging her waist tightly, burying her face in her chest, and said in a muffled voice.

"Master, I miss you so much..."

Xu Wanyun gently embraced her, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness and doting affection.

"Master misses you too."

She reached out and gently ruffled Qin Jiaojiao's hair, her voice soft and gentle.

"Okay, stop crying, we're fine now, aren't we? The little beauty doesn't look pretty when she cries~"

Qin Jiaojiao snuggled against her, nodded vigorously, and smiled through her tears.

She lifted her head from Xu Wanyun's embrace, looked at Wang Long, then at Xu Wanyun, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

"Our family is together again!"

Seeing her happy expression, Wang Long smiled too.

He stood up, reached out and took Qin Jiaojiao's hand, then turned his head to look at Xu Wanyun.

The two exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

The crowd around them did not disperse; instead, it grew larger and larger.

Those contestants who had survived the secret realm earlier all recognized Wang Long at this moment.

Someone stood in the crowd, pointing at Wang Long, their voice trembling.

"That's him! That's the old gentleman!"

"He's the one who saved us!"

"If it weren't for him, we would all be dead inside!"

More and more people gathered around.

An elderly contestant with white hair squeezed through the crowd, walked shakily to Wang Long, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to him.

"Sir! My name is Zhao Yanzhi, a man from the Great Jin Dynasty!"

"If it weren't for the old gentleman breaking through the barrier that day, I would have already perished in the beast's belly!"

"I will never forget such immense kindness and virtue!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another person rushed up.

"Sir! I am Qian Jiafu, a member of the Great Zhao Dynasty!"

"When we were trapped in the valley that day, if it weren't for the old man attacking the barrier from the outside, we would have been devoured by those twelve demonic beasts long ago!"

"I would repay your kindness, sir, with my life!"

Immediately afterwards, even more people surged forward.

"Sir! I am Sun Changhe, a native of the Great Xia Dynasty!"

"Sir! My name is Li Mingyuan, from the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"Sir! I am Wang Tiezhu, a man from the Great Chu Dynasty!"

One sound after another, rising and falling, echoing throughout the square.

Everyone's face was filled with gratitude and respect; some had tears in their eyes and their voices were choked with emotion.

They all bowed to Wang Long, some even kneeling down, their foreheads hitting the bluestone ground with a loud thud.

"We have no way to repay your great kindness, sir!"

"If the old gentleman ever needs our help in the future, we will go through fire and water for him without hesitation!"

"Though we are of little strength, our lives were saved by the old gentleman! We will obey any request from him without hesitation!"

The leaders of the surrounding families and sects were stunned upon hearing this.

They only knew that their disciple had returned alive, but they were unaware of what had happened in the secret realm.

Upon hearing their disciples' descriptions, their expressions changed drastically.

"What? There are twelve Grandmaster-level magical beasts setting a trap in the secret realm?"

"Were those monsters deliberately spreading false information to lure the participants into the valley?"

"If this old man hadn't broken the seal, everyone inside would have died."

"No wonder the survival rate this year is so high! It turns out he saved everyone!"

The murmurs rose like a tide, and all eyes were on Wang Long.

The leaders of those families and sects stepped forward and bowed to Wang Long with clasped hands.

"Sir, you are truly virtuous! I am the head of the Zhao family of the Great Zhao Dynasty. Thank you for saving my grandson!"

"Sir, you have shown me immense kindness! I am the patriarch of the Li family of the Great Xia Dynasty. Thank you so much for saving my clan's members!"

"Sir, you are truly benevolent! I am an elder of the Zhou family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Thank you for saving my disciple!"

In no time, Wang Long was surrounded by a dense crowd.

Hundreds and thousands of people surrounded him at the same time, expressing their gratitude in a cacophony of words, some even trying to force expensive gifts into his hands.

Wang Long's arms were soon stuffed with all sorts of things.

There were spirit stones, elixirs, magical artifacts, rare and precious materials, and some people even handed over an ancestral jade pendant.

He was somewhat amused and exasperated, and repeatedly declined.

"Gentlemen, there's no need for that! I merely did what I could!"

"Those demonic beasts have set traps to harm my human warriors. How can I stand idly by?"

"I appreciate your kind intentions, but please take these things back."

But those people wouldn't listen at all, and they insisted on stuffing things into his arms. Some even dropped the things and ran away, afraid that he would return them.

Qin Jiaojiao stood beside Wang Long, watching this scene with a face full of pride and smugness.

She stood with her hands on her hips, chin slightly raised, looking quite pleased with herself.

"Hmph! My father is just that amazing!"

Her adorable appearance immediately drew a burst of good-natured laughter from those around her.

On the high platform, Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Wang Long, who was surrounded by the crowd below.

His face was calm, but his deep eyes were churning with complex emotions.

He heard every word the contestants said.

That makes sense.

Why has the survival rate been ridiculously low in every previous Wanchao War?

Why do so many talented martial artists disappear without a trace after entering the secret realm?

It turned out to be the case.

A flicker of realization crossed Song Tiange's eyes, which quickly turned into deep admiration.

He turned his head and looked at a deacon beside him, his voice low.

"Which faction does this Wang Long belong to?"

The deacon immediately bowed and reported.

"Reporting to the City Lord, Wang Long comes from the Great Qian Dynasty and is currently an honorary instructor at Wenxin Academy."

"The Great Qian Dynasty?"

Song Tiange's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Such a figure has emerged from a remote, small country.

"Okay, very good."

He nodded, a slight smile curving his lips.

"The emergence of such a person in this era of the Warring States is a blessing for the Eastern Region!"