Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Xue Tong led Xue Qing and the others not far, because Xue Lan had said beforehand that she might still need to use the spacetime authority of the Sun-Tracing Mirror.

After giving the Sun-Tracing Mirror to Xue Tong, Xue Lan needed to be by her side to use some high-level spacetime spells.

"I feel like a magical artifact," Xiao Tong complained as she healed Lang Mingyue's wounds.

The main system is unresolved:

"Aren't you the system? We're just tools."

"I'm not a system anymore," Xue Tong replied telepathically, then seriously corrected him:

"Auntie, you're not a tool either."

Lang Mingyue saw the girl in the red dress gesturing wildly in a direction where there was nothing, and even raising her hand above her head in a strange gesture.

"Love you, Auntie, mwah!"

The main system has returned to its system space and is no longer active.

"Don't you like it?" Little Tong asked, puzzled.

"It's really effective on my mom."

Lang Mingyue couldn't hold back any longer, and she gently tugged at Xue Tong's sleeve:

"girl."

"Who are you talking to?"

"My aunt."

Xue Tong took out all of Xue Lan's rare and precious medicinal herbs, which showed no signs of processing, from the Chonglou Illusionary Treasure Map and stuffed them all into Lang Mingyue's hands.

"I'm not very good at making medicine, so you can see for yourself what you might need."

Holding the pile of thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in her hands, Lang Mingyue was at a loss for words.

Didn't Lian Chuan say that their Xuanhuang Sect was very poor? Didn't he say that his senior sister supported the family by blacksmithing every day?

The two siblings exchanged a glance, simultaneously recalling their earlier guesses.

Lang Mingyue transmitted her voice to her brother:

"That master of the workshop, wasn't he the one who just called himself Brother Qing... his grandmaster?"

The gentleman, as refined as jade and as clear as a breeze, nodded with an uncontrollable expression: "It seems...yes."

Lang Mingyue's consciousness, which had just begun to recover, started to hurt again.

"Oh no, what about A-Chuan?"

"He'll probably cry himself to death."

Lang Qingfeng disagreed with his sister's words, and he spoke very seriously:

"I'm afraid the Ice Flower Pool will be filled with tears."

Lian Chuan, who was working hard in Beiyue City, suddenly felt a chill down his spine and sneezed.

“Brother.” Pearl tugged at his sleeve:

"Does the Silver Moon Wolf also feel cold?"

Lian Chuan raised his hand and patted her head: "Don't talk nonsense, the Silver Moon Wolf is not afraid of the cold."

"Hehe, whatever, you're just afraid of the cold."

The little girl smiled, revealing a few small white teeth that were missing.

Lian Chuan was stunned.

He suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

Actually, it wasn't that long. Ten or twenty years is just a blink of an eye for a spiritual practitioner.

But he really felt like a long time had passed.

He was losing his baby teeth when he was in the Xuanhuang Sect. At that time, he found Xue Lan quite annoying. She would often pinch his chin open to look at him and make fun of him.

just now……

"Come here," Lian Chuan called to Zhenzhu.

"Brother, do you think your teeth are growing crooked?"

Lian Chuan wondered if he had remembered it wrong.

His senior sister promised to come see him, so why hasn't she come yet?

Does he know he's unhappy in the Northern Region? Does he know he's being bullied by the demons?

When will the eldest sister arrive?

You mean Xue Lan is here?

In the Ice Flower Pool, Jin Guang flicked his hand, and a little wine spilled from the white jade cup.

"It must be my aunt who's here."

Beside the Ice Flower Pool, Xue Ji, with his white hair, covered his cheek:

"My tooth has been hurting for two hours."

This is something that Ember knows.

Because of the embarrassing story of a certain wolf king crying by the frozen lake when he was losing his baby teeth, which Xue Cheng told his son as a joke among the wolf clan.

Then, when Xue Ji, that brainless little brat, was losing his baby teeth, he told Xue Lan.

Enraged, the Wolf King placed the protective pact between himself and his nephew on his canine tooth.

He had a toothache as soon as we contacted him.

But Jinguang still couldn't quite believe it.

If Xue Lan really did arrive in Beiyuchuan, why didn't she come to see her immediately, but instead investigated Xue Ji first?

The woman snorted coldly:

“She looked at me with fear that I would raise you to death.”

Xue Ji was in unbearable distress.

Why should someone over two thousand years old suffer like this? Aunt, if you're coming back, just come back peacefully.

However, a certain Lord Changjun on the border of the Northern Region was completely unaware of his longing for his junior brother and his nephew's accusations.

She's busy playing with the younger generation right now.

The woman's ginger-yellow skirt billowed in the snow as she twirled, displaying herself from every angle.

"I really am Xue Lan."

Xue Qing nodded and thanked him earnestly:

"Thank you for saving me, fellow Daoist. Remember to come and have some wine."

Xue Lan: "I really am your grandmaster, the one from Binghua Pool."

Xue Qing didn't believe it. The young man, clutching the knife, was half-dead: "Fellow Daoist, I have met my grandmaster."

“No, you haven’t seen it.” Xue Lan said decisively.

Lord Wolf turned around and transformed into a large white wolf:

"Because I am the chief ruler of the wolf clan, and I have been away from the Northern Chuandu for a thousand years."

Xue Qing also transformed into a demonic form, hiding behind Lang Qingfeng in a cocoon-like shape.

"I don't believe it, my master wasn't like that."

Xue Lan was so angry that her teeth itched, thinking that this straightforward personality must be a descendant of Xue Ji.

Never mind, let's slap each other first.

Just as Xue Lan was about to violently strike the wood, a hoarse, trembling female voice suddenly came from behind them:

"Xiao Qing".

Xue Lan heard Xue Tong's gloating voice:

"Oh, my fiancée is here."

Lord Wolf quickly withdrew his claws, disguised himself as a kind elder, and turned to look at the newcomer.

The jade pendant that Su Yunjie gave to Xue Qing was broken, and there was no way to send a message within a thousand miles. She rushed over anxiously, and only felt relieved when she saw Xue Qing.

She didn't realize there were two wolves until she was encircled by their soft tails.

Xue Lan was somewhat embarrassed, unsure of what to do with her huge, bushy tail, and stammered for a long time before finally speaking:

“You and your aunt look quite alike.”

This isn't Xue Lan lying; Su Yunjie and Su Yu from back then are practically identical.

Although she was looking at a junior, Xue Lan seemed to be grasping at memories in the river of time.

As the people and events of a thousand years ago gradually become clearer, this homeland, which has been separated from us for a thousand years, sheds its indifferent exterior and is gradually filled with memories.

After examining Xue Qing from head to toe, Su Yunjie turned to Xue Lan, her tone respectful and gentle:

"Does the senior know the junior's aunt?"

Xue Lan flicked his tail: "To tell you the truth, young friend, I am actually Xue Lan, the eldest son of the wolf family."

Su Yunjie paused for a moment, then remained silent.

Xue Tong heard the Wolf King's sorrowful voice:

"As expected, she didn't believe it either."

Little Tong stroked her fur:

"Well, if you think about it carefully, it actually demonstrates your authority, doesn't it?"

Lord Wolf became even more withdrawn:

"I don't want authority."

However, that is the truth; Xue Qing and Su Yunjie never believed that Xue Lan was the eldest son of the wolf clan.

And the Lang siblings...

These two were even more eccentric. They always believed that Xue Lan was the incarnation of the Wolf Lord, and they even secretly begged her not to say it too clearly and hurt Lian Chuan's feelings.

Xue Lan: I really have nothing to say!