Being abandoned by Aunt Song was a shadow that Jiang An’an could never erase from her heart.

Even though Jiang Wang had tried his best to give her a home and warmth when they were in Maple Leaf City, a mother’s role could never be replaced.

So, she would still read her mother’s letters, cherish her mother’s gifts, and… miss her mother. She missed her very, very much.

But she also understood that her mother didn’t want her anymore.

Even though her brother denied it, why was it that at school, all the other children had mothers, but she didn’t?

She had never talked to her brother about these things. She knew that if she did, he would be sad, and she knew that her brother couldn’t conjure up a mother for her.

The reason she was so close to Qingzhi was because Qingzhi didn’t have a mother either.

Although she was young, she understood that she had been abandoned once.

She was really afraid of being abandoned again.

When she was most helpless and confused, it was her brother who embraced her. He gave her a home, took her to eat delicious food, bought her new clothes, sent her to school, doted on her, loved her, and took care of her…

She knew that the Senior Brothers and Sisters of the Lingxiao Pavilion were all very kind to her, but they were not her brother, after all…

She knew that her brother had no choice but to leave her in Yun Country, she knew that it would be very, very difficult to find Brother Linghe, Brother Rucheng, Junior Brother Tang Dun, and Brother Azhan, and that her brother must be working very hard.

So, she was also very well-behaved in the Lingxiao Pavilion and never cried in front of anyone.

But she was still very afraid, very afraid that her brother would be like her mother, gone forever, and never see each other again.

That was why she was so angry at Mo Liang’s jokes.

That was why Senior Brother Mo Liang became an annoying Senior Brother…

Looking at the bawling An’an tens of thousands of feet in the air, looking at that delicate little face, wrinkled into a ball from crying, Jiang Wang’s heart broke.

He slowly leaned his head gently on Jiang An’an’s little shoulder.

His voice was gentle, yet undoubtedly firm: “Brother will never abandon you.”

He repeated: “Brother will never abandon you. Do you hear me, An’an?”

Infected by this gentle firmness, Jiang An’an’s crying slowly stopped.

“Brother.”

“Hmm?”

“My nose is running.”

Jiang An’an added: “My nose is running a lot.”

Countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Wang’s mind in an instant.

My new clothes! From Yunxiangzhai! Never mind…

“It’s okay…” Jiang Wang said.

Jiang An’an then burst into tears of laughter.

“Brother.”

“What?”

“You can really fly!”

Jiang Wang proudly snorted: “Your brother is amazing!”

The brother and sister stayed high in the air, talking for a very long time…

When they flew down, Ye Qingyu was still waiting in the same place.

“Fellow Daoist Ye.”

Jiang Wang smiled apologetically at her: “I apologize for my rudeness, Jiang Wang.”

He and Ye Qingyu had met before, and had discussed in advance to give Jiang An’an a surprise tonight.

The young cultivators of the Lingxiao Pavilion had also learned from that overseas merchant fleet about Jiang Wang’s illustrious reputation in Qi Country. That was why Mo Liang was in such a hurry to apologize to An’an, and why that “Senior Brother Fang” repeatedly emphasized that complaining was wrong…

After all, a genius whose reputation resounded throughout Qi Country would definitely not find an opponent among the younger generation in Yun Country.

Ye Qingyu smiled lightly: “It’s nothing. I thought you would be chatting up there until dawn.”

She pointed a finger at the sky.

Jiang Wang became even more embarrassed: “I thought you had gone back…”

“How could I?” Ye Qingyu pretended to be serious: “Jiang An’an is an excellent disciple of my Lingxiao Pavilion, and we’ve worked so hard to cultivate her to this point. I have to keep an eye on her, in case you just take her away!”

Jiang An’an had just cried, and she was a little embarrassed at the moment, only turning her head to peek at Ye Qingyu, then continuing to bury her little head in Jiang Wang’s chest.

“Thank you so much…” Jiang Wang’s tone was sincere.

Ensuring Jiang An’an’s food and clothing was nothing to Ye Qingyu. Making Jiang An’an feel comfortable in the Lingxiao Pavilion truly showed how much effort she had put in.

Jiang Wang’s gratitude was absolutely genuine.

Ye Qingyu waved her hand: “I should be thanking you. Everyone has been much happier since An’an came. She’s our little ray of sunshine… Hmm?”

Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly turned her head.

Only to see a dazzling sword light suddenly shoot over.

Jiang Wang quickly reminded her: “He’s my friend.”

But standing on that dazzling sword light was a cultivator, dressed especially impeccably, it was Xiang Qian.

Sweeping away his usual頹废 spirit, he rode the sword through the void, enjoying the wind, with indescribable elegance and style.

He stepped on the flying sword, dazzling with light and shadow, and hovered in front of Jiang Wang, making eye contact with Jiang An’an’s curious eyes.

He very showily flicked his hair back.

He introduced himself: “Yes, you see correctly, I am your brother’s good friend. My surname is Xiang, and my name is Qian!”

He must have designed this entrance for a long time, every detail was in place.

Jiang An’an buried her head back in Jiang Wang’s chest: “Who is this uncle?”

Xiang Qian touched his stubble, his expression very唏噓.

“Uh.” Jiang Wang was a little embarrassed for Xiang Qian, and explained: “He’s my good friend Xiang Qian from Qi Country, call him Brother.”

Jiang An’an then turned her head back, and weakly called out: “Hello, Brother Xiang Qian.”

“Hey!” Xiang Qian hurriedly responded, overjoyed: “It’s our first meeting, and I didn’t prepare anything…”

He looked back at himself, touching himself up and down, left and right, and found that he really hadn’t prepared anything.

The money for his new clothes was still borrowed from Jiang Wang!

He thought about it, and untied a sword-shaped jade pendant from his waist: “I’ll give you this little trinket as a first meeting gift!”

Ye Qingyu, who was used to wealth, couldn’t help but be a little surprised when she saw this jade pendant.

Jiang Wang directly stopped him: “This is too valuable, An’an can’t accept it.”

This sword-shaped jade pendant didn’t stand out much when it was hanging on his waist, but now that it was taken off, that sharp aura could no longer be concealed.

It was definitely a treasure, and judging from his background, it might be a treasure passed down from the Flying Sword era.

Xiang Qian’s skin was still not thick enough.

If it was Xu Xiangqian, if he hadn’t prepared in a hurry, he could have picked a roadside weed as a gift. Unlike him, he had to take out something from the bottom of the box.

“Its era has passed, what’s so precious about it.”

Xiang Qian sighed: “Take it, it’s for An’an to protect herself.”

He put the jade pendant in An’an’s hand.

An’an quickly retracted her small hand and shook her head vigorously: “I can’t take it.”

Xiang Qian looked at Jiang Wang, his eyes showing some sadness for some reason.

Jiang Wang then patted An’an, and An’an then reached out to take the jade pendant: “Thank you, Brother Xiang Qian!”

Xiang Qian smiled with satisfaction and reached out to touch An’an’s little head.

Then he turned around on the flying sword and looked at Ye Qingyu: “This must be the daughter of the Lingxiao Pavilion Master, Miss Ye Qingyu, right?”

Ye Qingyu smiled gracefully: “Hello.”

Xiang Qian then nodded and said nothing more.

Jiang Wang suddenly realized at this moment.

Xiang Qian had especially dolled himself up, probably not just because he was going to see Jiang Wang’s sister.

But also because… he had been to the Lingxiao Pavilion with his master before.

The Only My Sword Dao once shone brightly above the clouds.

He didn’t want to embarrass his master.