412 Reunion

Spring

Peach blossoms bloomed outside the city. The fragrance of flowers spread.

A sloppy-looking, middle-aged man with a saber by his waist walked in the wilderness. He chuckled as he looked at the majestic Jiang State Capital

I’m back. Meng Dajiang had stubble on his face. He had lived in the wilderness for three years and was used to looking sloppy.

Swoosh.

A figure flashed across the sky and landed in front of Meng Dajiang. It was Meng Chuan, who greeted him happily, “Dad.” “Chuan’er.” Meng Dajiang looked at his son proudly and smiled. “You’re not hunting for demon monarchs today?”

“Dad, as your son, I naturally have to receive you since you’re back today. As for the demon monarchs? Now that we’re finishing up, there’s no need to rush anymore,” said Meng Chuan with a smile.

Meng Dajiang walked alongside his son in the wilderness road and asked, “Chuan’er, according to your letter, the first batch will only reduce the number of patrolling Godfiends by 500. There are only 800 patrolling Godfiends in the Great Zhou Dynasty, right?”

“By the way, you said that you would fetch your mother on 8th April?” Meng Dajiang looked at his son. “Has Black Sand Grotto-Heaven really agreed to your request?”

“They’ve agreed,” said Meng Chuan with a smile. “Don’t worry. The three Supremacies from Black Sand Grotto-Heaven have agreed and sent a letter. It’s impossible for them to go back on their word.”

Meng Dajiang nodded.

“Before we go, Dad, you have to tidy up yourself.” Meng Chuan couldn’t help but say, “You’re too sloppy.” “This…” Meng Dajiang looked at himself and laughed. “I really don’t think too much about my appearance when I’m alone in the wilderness. I do need to trim myself.”

8th April Meng Dajiang had lost a lot of weight. He was more muscular and looked much younger. Furthermore, as a Great Solar Body Tempering Godfiend, Meng Dajiang looked like he was in his thirties.

Swoosh!

Meng Dajiang and Meng Chuan flew at high speed through the clouds, heading straight for Black Sand Grotto-Heaven.

“Dad, you look much younger now,” said Meng Chuan with a smile as he turned to look at his father.

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“It’s not much different from back then, right?” asked Meng Dajiang.

As they looked at each other, an influx of old memories surged into their minds.

Back then, they had met, interacted with each other, fallen in love, married, and had a son… They would never forget their lovey-dovey days. Due to the demon massacre at the time, Bai Nianyun had no choice but to expose her identity to fend them off, causing them to be separated.

Bai Nianyun looked at her husband. “Dajiang.”

“Nianyun.” Meng Dajiang ran over excitedly.

It had been over 50 years.

The couple stared at each other.

“Humph.” The illusory figure by the side snorted coldly.

Bai Nianyun recovered from her intense emotions. She immediately pulled Meng Dajiang and said respectfully, “Dajiang, this is our Bai family’s matriarch. Hurry up and greet her.”