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"Yaoguang, this is the little fox raised by Donghua." Zheyan slightly turned sideways and raised his hand to gracefully gesture to Jiaojiao beside him, with a faint smile on his face. That smile was like a layer of gauze, gently covering up the curiosity and expectation in his heart. He wondered in his heart how Yaoguang would judge this little fox that had a special connection with Donghua.

When Yaoguang heard this, his eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and instantly focused on Jiaojiao. There was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was exploring the authenticity of a rare treasure, and curiosity, as if he was waiting to solve a mysterious and unknown puzzle. His sight slowly wandered around Jiaojiao, like a gentle breeze blowing over every inch of the mountains and rivers. When Yaoguang saw the surrounding fairy power, his eyes subconsciously widened slightly, and a ripple of surprise appeared in his heart. He secretly thought that this little fox could achieve such attainments in the path of cultivation, and he must have experienced a lot of hardships and opportunities. Then, Yaoguang nodded slightly, his expression full of praise, as if he had finally found the stroke of genius in his heart after appreciating a masterpiece: "Not bad, the cultivation of the peak of the immortal, worthy of being a fox raised by Donghua." As he spoke, the corners of Yaoguang's mouth rose slightly, and that smile was like the rising sun penetrating the clouds at dawn, revealing his sincere appreciation for this young man. Yaoguang thought to himself that such a hardworking and motivated junior was truly a pearl in the world of cultivation, just like an uncut jade. With time and careful polishing, he would surely achieve extraordinary things. It was worthy of his more attention and careful cultivation in the future. Perhaps he would see more unexpected surprises and miracles from this little fox.

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Yaoguang." Upon hearing this, Jiaojiao bowed slightly, her back straight, like a bamboo standing firm in the breeze. Her face was as calm as water, without any ripples, and she responded without arrogance or impatience. Her bright eyes were like twinkling stars, clear and firm, and she looked directly at Lord Yaoguang with a frank look. Her voice was crisp and melodious, yet steady. Her tone was like the gurgling stream in the mountains, peaceful and indifferent, without any sense of complacency caused by the compliment.

"Okay, no more compliments, Jiaojiao. Donghua said you entered into meditation, and it seems you have gained a lot." Zheyan raised the corners of his mouth, pulling out a gentle smile, his eyes slightly narrowed, and there was a trace of concern and curiosity in his slender eyes, just like the stars twinkling in the night sky. As he spoke, he gently raised his hand, and his arm drew a soothing arc in the air. With intimacy and familiarity, he patted Jiaojiao's shoulder, and the force was like a soft feather falling.

"Yes, the harvest is indeed great." Jiaojiao lowered her head slightly, and a few strands of hair fell down, covering her smooth forehead. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was savoring the wonderful situation in meditation. She said softly, her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing past her ears. There was a hint of aftertaste in her expression, and she unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes slightly, and her slender fingers turned slightly white due to the force.

At this time, Chonglin looked flustered and hurried in like a gust of wind. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which glittered and slid down his cheeks, wetting his collar. He bowed respectfully to the three people, bent his body to 90 degrees, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully. After bowing, he said in a hurry: "God Zheyan, please go and see King Yaoling. Xinghuan seems to be seriously injured." His voice was trembling slightly due to anxiety, and was a little hoarse.

"How could it get worse? Did you drink today's medicine Xinghuan?" Zheyan's expression suddenly changed, and his originally relaxed brows were instantly furrowed, as if two mountains were tightly leaning against each other. His eyes widened, and the anxiety in his eyes was like a burning flame, hot and strong. He walked quickly towards the Huan Temple anxiously, and his sleeves drew an anxious arc in the air, rustling, as if cheering for his master. Yaoguang was worried, and his face was solemn, like the sky covered by dark clouds, gloomy and depressing. He walked hurriedly, and every step he took seemed to knock out a dull drumbeat on the ground. He followed Zheyan closely, his eyes full of worry about the unknown situation.

"God Zheyan, it was King Yao Ling who woke up and went to Xing Huan's bedside to tell him that Xing Huan would not recover, which irritated Xing Huan." Zhong Lin kept walking, raising his arm and quickly wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He wiped his face back and forth with his sleeve while explaining in a concise manner. His eyes revealed a trace of helplessness and worry, like a bottomless lake, so deep that it made people feel distressed.