"These children have finally emerged victorious. After so many years apart, it's hard to know how much each of them has grown."
Shangguan Wan'Er's father murmured to himself, his eyes full of longing. Since they parted all those years ago, no one had seen those children, but now they had all returned after completing their studies, and various clans had traveled many miles to welcome them.
Of course, in the past, such a grand welcome wouldn't have been necessary. But with the fall of the Sword Saint, many cultivators wanted to take the opportunity to witness the spectacle while greeting their clansmen.
However, hearing Shangguan Fu's words, Nangong Linyun could not muster any excitement. While others were there to welcome the glory of their clan's return, only Nangong Linyun knew that his adoptive father was there to say goodbye to his son, who had never truly belonged to the Nangong family.
