Although she had been gone for almost five days in the Ethereal Small World, only two hours had passed in the real world.
As soon as Shenlian Yingyue emerged, she saw Shenlian Sheshan and Xiong Zi Ying engaged in conversation.
Previously, they had harbored deep resentment toward each other due to personal grudges. Now, however, they seemed to have set aside their past conflicts to discuss something serious.
"Xiao Yue'er, come here. We have something to tell you," Shenlian Sheshan called.
She sat down next to him on a rock. Her uncle was to her right, her brother to her left. Resting on her lap, Xiao Yun, Xiao Li, and Xiao Lan remained in their small beast forms, lying obediently.
With a flick of Shenlian Yinzhu's fingers, a purple flame ignited, intensifying the already-burning firewood and providing additional warmth amidst the storm.
Xiong Zi Ying: "....."
Only true descendants of the Shenlian Clan dared to use the purple flame so nonchalantly to light a fire.
