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

Murong Qing stood beside him, her beautiful eyes fixed on the figure, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Father, it seems she came back with my husband..."

Murong Hao clenched his fists, his eyes filled with both shock and complex emotions, and murmured softly.

"Wang Long actually has such a person by his side..."

Luo Hanyi watched Xu Wanyun's fighting figure and her scholarly aura with complex emotions.

"Has Wang Long become that strong?"

She smiled wryly and touched her slightly protruding belly.

"It seems I've fallen far behind him..."

Luo Hanyi's tone was somewhat dejected; she was currently only at the peak of the eighth rank.

In the Great Qian Dynasty, they are strong, but before true power, they are nothing but ants.

The former stable boy of the Marquis's mansion has grown into someone the mistress of the mansion can only look up to!

The ten grandmasters simultaneously unleashed their full power, their spiritual energy surging, and fine cracks began to appear on the golden chains binding them, threatening to break free.

Just then, a clear and melodious cry suddenly rang out from high above!

The cry was like an invisible giant bell, instantly resounding throughout the heavens and earth, drowning out all other sounds on the battlefield and filling everyone's ears.

A gigantic golden figure swooped down from the clouds!

Golden wings blotted out the sky, each feather gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen, and golden vertical pupils resembled two blazing suns.

Looking down at everything below, the terrifying pressure of the Supreme Realm descended with a tangible force!

The momentum that the ten grandmasters had just built up was completely crushed in that instant.

Before they could even react, they felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on them.

Their knees buckled abruptly, and one after another they plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the ground in front of the city gate.

He was on all fours, looking utterly pathetic, spitting out blood at the same time, his face as pale as paper!

"A spirit beast at the... Supreme Realm?!"

The leading grandmaster lay on the ground, his whole body trembling violently.

His voice was hoarse and desperate, and his pupils were filled with a deep-seated fear.

The other person was even incoherent, his lips trembling.

"How is this possible... how is this possible... how could the Great Qian have a spirit beast at the Supreme Realm..."

"That's Wang Long's spirit beast, Xiao Qiu! Look! That's Xiao Qiu!"

Murong Yuan stood atop the city wall, looking up at the golden figure that blotted out the sky, his voice trembling.

He remembered this little thing; back in the Royal Heavenly Pool, it was just a small, fluffy ball the size of a palm.

She spends all day nestled in Wang Long's arms, dozing off, and looks completely harmless.

But at this moment, the fluffy ball had transformed into a truly colossal creature, overlooking everything below and radiating a suffocating aura of supreme power.

"Father! It really is Xiao Qiu!"

Murong Hao's voice also changed tone. He gripped the crenellations of the city wall tightly, and his eyes reddened.

"It...it has actually broken through to the Supreme Realm?!"

Murong Yuan didn't speak, but stared intently at the golden figure in the sky.

His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a hoarse sentence.

"Supreme Realm... Our Great Qian Dynasty actually has a Supreme Realm spirit beast protecting us..."

Before he finished speaking, a deafening cheer erupted from the city wall.

The soldiers, who had been in despair, seemed to come back to life and got up from the ground one by one.

Looking up at the golden figure in the sky, his eyes were filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

"Our Great Qian Dynasty now has a Supreme Realm expert in charge!"

"Isn't that Elder Wang's contracted spirit beast?!"

"Heaven has not forsaken our Great Qian! Heaven has not forsaken our Great Qian!"

Cheers rose and fell, echoing through the sky.

Amidst the cheers, a tiny head peeked out from behind Little Chirp's back.

Qin Jiaojiao braced her hands on the edge of the bird's back, her almond-shaped eyes quickly searching through the crowd below.

Finally, he spotted the familiar figure on the city wall and shouted happily at the top of his lungs.

"Mother!"

Her voice was clear and resonant, piercing through the cheers and reaching Luo Hanyi's ears.

Luo Hanyi was kneeling on one knee on the city wall, clutching a broken piece of blue brick in her hand.

He was still reeling from the shock of Wang Long descending from the sky.

Upon hearing the shout, she froze, then slowly raised her head.

He looked over with a face full of disbelief.

Qin Jiaojiao waved vigorously at her, her little face full of joy and eagerness.

"Mother! I'm home!"

Luo Hanyi's lips trembled slightly, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She opened her mouth and murmured softly.

"Jiaojiao..."

Just as Qin Jiaojiao was about to jump off the bird's back, Xiao Qiu understood and folded its wings.

A gentle force surged from beneath her, lifting her up and steadily carrying her to the top of the city wall.

The moment Qin Jiaojiao's feet touched the ground, she took off running towards Luo Hanyi.

"Mother!"

She buried her face in Luo Hanyi's arms, tightly wrapping her arms around her mother's waist and pressing her face against her chest.

Her voice was muffled and choked with sobs.

"I miss you so much……"

Luo Hanyi was slightly swayed by the bump, and quickly reached out to support her shoulder, but instead pulled her even tighter.

She lowered her head, looking at the familiar little face in her arms, and tears finally welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.

The drops landed on Qin Jiaojiao's hair, the sound gentle yet husky.

"Jiaojiao...you've grown up...you've gotten so much taller..."

Qin Jiaojiao lifted her head from her arms, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

Tears still clung to her face, yet she grinned broadly.

"Mother, you've lost weight and look haggard... Have you been working too hard lately?"

Luo Hanyi did not answer, but simply reached out and gently stroked Qin Jiaojiao's cheek.

He wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips, looking at her tenderly.

Her daughter has grown taller, and her features have become more delicate and pretty.

She was no longer as naive as when she left home, but she still looked the same as she did.

"Mommy, Jiaojiao misses you so much~"

Qin Jiaojiao repeated it again, her eyes reddening.

"Why did you come back too?"

Luo Hanyi asked in confusion.

"Daddy brought me back, hee hee~ Daddy is so good to me!"

Qin Jiaojiao grinned and began to recount how good Wang Long had been to her.

As Luo Hanyi listened, tears welled up in her eyes.

Wang Long treated Qin Jiaojiao as his own daughter, which deeply moved Luo Hanyi.

Qin Jiaojiao snuggled closer to her, blinked, and turned her head to nod towards the other side of the city gate.

"Mother, look over there! That's Master! Can you still recognize him?"

Xu Wanyun has changed quite a bit in the past few years.

Luo Hanyi followed her gaze.

Xu Wanyun was standing by the crenellations of the city gate tower, her jade pen already put away.

The scholarly aura around him gradually subsided, and his entire body was enveloped in a faint golden halo, exuding a cool and otherworldly aura and extraordinary demeanor.

She seemed to notice Luo Hanyi's gaze, and turned her head slightly so that their eyes met.

Luo Hanyi finally got a clear look at Xu Wanyun's face.

Just now, she only felt that the figure appeared together with Wang Long, and his aura was powerful.

His actions were swift and decisive; he must be Wang Long's accomplice.

But upon closer inspection, Xu Wanyun was dressed in a white dress, her black hair cascading down her back, and her eyes and brows exuded the gentle elegance and scholarly air unique to Confucian scholars, yet she also possessed a heroic spirit.

No wonder it looked familiar.

As she looked at Xu Wanyun and Wang Long standing side by side, a thought suddenly popped into her mind that she found hard to believe.

She lowered her head, meeting Qin Jiaojiao's bright almond-shaped eyes, and lowered her voice even further.

"Jiaojiao, your father... and your master..."