The snowflakes were like mats that drifted and fluttered through the air.

Zuoqiu Xue sat cross-legged beneath a strong ancient tree while supporting her chin with her hands, and her clear eyes gazed into the distance while seemingly be slightly absent-minded.

Chen Lingjun had his hands placed behind his head while he leaned lazily against the roots of the ancient tree, and his eyes narrowed as he spoke casually. “It’s not strange that you feel uneasy. Because based upon the time, the Chen Clan’s Ancestral Worship Ceremony should had ended yesterday. Perhaps it won’t be long before we can meet Xi’er.”

Zuoqiu Xue’s eyes lit up but quickly became calm again, and she faintly sighed. “I’m just slightly worried.”

Chen Lingjun smiled and said, “You’re worried they’ll harm him? Don’t worry, he’s the son of I, Chen Lingjun. Since he dared to come to the Chen Clan now, then how could anything unexpected occur to him?”

Zuoqiu Xue glared at him and said, “He’s my son as well!”

Chen Lingjun roared with laughter. “Then what are you worried about?”

Zuoqiu Xue seemed to be slightly restless as she stood up and grabbed a bunch of falling snowflakes. As she experienced the coldness that came from the snowflakes melting in her palm, she said, “I’m worried because...