Zhao Ling'er opened her eyes, and the confusion in them gradually cleared. She immediately recognized the identity of the elder running towards her.

"Brother Xiaoyao, it's been so many years. How have you aged?" Zhao Ling'er said with a smile to Ancestor Yipin.

"Yes, I've aged, but Ling'er, you're still as young and beautiful as ever." Ancestor Yipin rushed to Zhao Ling'er and embraced her.

For countless days and nights, he had fantasized about this moment. Now that it was happening, it felt unreal, as if it were a dream that could shatter upon waking.