Time flew by, and seasons changed—Ao Luan finally mastered a great skill.
"This time, there's definitely no problem."
She picked up a bowl of fragrant ramen, walking into Wanling Hall with great excitement.
As soon as she entered, a stone suddenly flew towards her face.
Ao Luan frowned slightly, thoughts moving in her mind, a flash of cold light flew from her waist, buzzing as it struck the stone, shattering it into pieces on the ground.
"Why are there stones here?"
Ao Luan was puzzled when suddenly she heard crying.
It was the sound of a child crying.
"A child?"
Ao Luan looked toward the sound and saw a human boy running over.
The boy was only three or four years old, quite short, and wobbling as he ran, just having learned to walk, he ran over and hugged the pieces of stone, crying.
Ao Luan was surprised; she had been gone only a few days, and now in the Wanling Hall, besides stones flying around, there was also a child running amok?
"Man Qian, stop crying."
