A sturdy figure hurried in from outside with a clangorous stride.
Before Luo Qingtong could even stand up, she was forcefully embraced by that towering and formidable figure!
"Qingtong! My Qingtong, grandpa's Qingtong!"
Upon receiving news of Luo Qingtong's return, Old Master Luo rushed back to the Luo Family without even taking off his blood-stained armor.
All this time, he had been searching everywhere for Luo Qingtong's whereabouts.
The Nine Witch Mountain Range was massive, and with the emergence of the Immortal Sect's relics, even more people flocked there, making the search tremendously difficult!
Corpses were everywhere, and Old Master Luo spent each day oscillating between the anxiety of finding bodies and the fear of finding none.
Discovering corpses, he was afraid of encountering the death of his most cherished granddaughter.
Not finding corpses, he feared that Luo Qingtong might have perished without even a whole body left, her bones lost to the wilderness!
