「Three days later.」
The High Priest, who had been in seclusion, emerged from her bedchamber. Unlike her previously serene and detached expression, she now radiated an endless vitality, much like the lush forest around them. Her eyes filled with immense joy. Upon seeing Ling Xiao, she gave him a deep bow.
Ling Xiao quickly stepped aside. 'She's Ye Zi's birth mother. How can I possibly accept a bow from her?'
"Mom, how did it go?"
It must have been the natural bond between mother and daughter, that connection of flesh and blood. It gave Ye Zi a special sense of intimacy, even without needing to speak much with her mother. It was as if being with her was the most natural thing in the world. Ye Zi had imagined it countless times before: 'If I could just meet my parents, I would let them pamper me in their arms. What incredible happiness that would be!'
