Qingyun Market, North Gate.
An azure spiritual vessel, three levels high, about fifty to sixty zhang in length, enveloped with formation spiritual light, slowly descended from the high clouds.
"Qingshan, Little Bamboo, you must be very careful while you are out. If anything happens, you can write home."
Lu Miaoge, dressed in a plain white dress, with a gentle and elegant appearance, spoke softly.
Although both of her children were Foundation Establishment cultivators, and Lu Qingshan had even broken through to the Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer, surpassing her as an aunt, she still felt worried.
"Mother."
Lu Qingzhu hugged her mother, feeling very reluctant to part.
Lu Qingshan, standing next to her, sighed inwardly, his eyes bright and composed as he said, "Aunt, don't worry, I will take good care of Little Bamboo."
