The following morning, when Mu Yuanxiu went to visit Old Master Baili, he saw that Guoguo and Baili Rui had also returned.
The two children saw Mu Yuanxiu and approached him with smiles.
"Little Uncle!"
"Uncle Mu."
Baili Rui, who had inherited his father Baili Huang's build, was already as tall as an average adult at just twelve years old.
Wearing a dark robe, his face was like the bright moon, and his eyes like cold stars.
Ten-year-old Guoguo had also grown to be graceful and elegant.
She wore a blue men's outfit with a felt hat and a short sword at her waist, looking energetic and heroic.
The two children looked perfectly matched standing together.
Mu Yuanxiu patted their shoulders and laughed, "It's been a few years, you've both grown so much that I almost didn't recognize you."
"Little Uncle, I heard from the people at Uncle Chang's mansion that you're here to provide support, right?" Guoguo asked.
