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Chapter 487 - 487: Returning to the East Victory Continent (3)

“You still have the cheek to say that?” Xu Ling grabbed Han Yan’s ear.

“Mother, it hurts!” Han Yan hurriedly begged for mercy.

“If you do it again, don’t even think about leaving!” Xu Ling loosened her grip a little.

“Eh? It’s Pretty Sister!” Han Yan pointed at Zhou Sirong, who had walked out of the door.

Xu Ling looked in the direction of the voice and hurriedly let go. She bowed to Zhou Sirong. “Greetings, Senior Zhou.”

Zhou Sirong glanced at her and nodded slightly.

“Pretty Sister!” Han Yan jogged over and prepared to complain to her.

“Hmph!’

Zhou Sirong snorted coldly and dodged.

Han Yan was shocked by her fierceness and stopped in his tracks.

He ran back to Xu Lings side with an aggrieved expression.

Zhou Sirong walked down the steps and took two steps forward. Suddenly, she paused.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and walked up the stairs to Han Yan.

Zhou Sirong arched her body and smiled at Han Yan.

“I’m your aunt’s master’s senior sister. I’m two generations older than you.

You should call me Martial Grandaunt.’

“Martial Grandaunt,” Han Yan said uncertainly as he looked at Zhou Sirongs young face.

“Yes, good child.” Zhou Sirong patted Han Yan’s head.

“Then is Martial Grandaunt stronger than Father, Mother, and Aunt?” Han Yan asked ‘naively’.

“Sort of.” Zhou Sirong nodded.

“Then if Mother hits me again in the future, will Martial Grandaunt help me?”

Han Yan looked up and said pitifully.

“Of course,” Zhou Sirong replied.

“That’s great! I like Martial Grandaunt the most!” Han Yan was so happy that he suddenly puffed out his chest.

“Senior…” Xu Ling wanted to say something but hesitated. If Han Yan really mentioned Zhou Sirong as his backer in the future, it would be difficult to discipline him.

Zhou Sirong pinched Han Yan’s chubby face and said with a smile,

“However, if you come out to play next time without completing your homework and I find out, I’ll break your legs.”

“Ah—” Han Yan burst into tears.

He wanted to ask for comfort, but he saw his mother covering her mouth and laughing. His father and aunt, who had walked out of the door, were the same.

This year, Han Yan was five years old.

He did not understand why an adult could say such a terrifying thing with a smile.

Zhou Sirong had left and returned in less than a month.

This time, when she rushed to the Han residence, she did not look for Lu Yingxuan. Instead, she went to the study in the backyard to meet Han Zhao alone.

“May I know why Martial Aunt Zhou is here?”

Han Zhao bowed respectfully and instructed Dong Jin to serve tea.

“Don’t bother. I’ll leave after saying a few words. I know you don’t welcome me,” Zhou Sirong said calmly.

“Martial Aunt Zhou, what are you saying? That’s not true.” Han Zhao was all smiles.

Zhou Sirong took out a green Sumeru Pouch and threw it at Han Zhao. Han Zhao reached out to take it and asked curiously, “This is?”

“Junior Sister Ni left these for Yingxuan. The concentration of spiritual qi of heaven and earth in the Origin World is more than a level inferior to a grotto-heaven. It will not affect you, but the effect on Yingxuan is very obvious.” Zhou Sirong said in a deep voice.

“So many?” Han Zhao probed with his mental power and his eyes lit up. There were more than ten hundred-year-old spiritual herbs inside. Three of them were more than 500 years old.

“Even if you swallow these spiritual herbs directly, it will be very beneficial to martial artists. As Yingxuan’s husband, you shouldn’t be greedy, right?” Zhou Sirong glanced sideways.

“Martial Aunt Zhou, you’re being too serious. If you don’t trust me, why don’t you just hand these spiritual herbs to Yingxuan?” Han Zhao said seriously.

“Even if I hand it over to Yingxuan, if you want it, would she not give it to you?” Zhou Sirong said helplessly.

“l heard that you’re a high-grade alchemist. Some of the spiritual herbs here should be able to refine many high-grade pills. Don’t waste them.”

As she spoke, Zhou Sirongs face was a little pained.

“Thank you for your generous gift, Martial Aunt Zhou!” Han Zhao expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that many of the spiritual herbs here were given by Zhou Sirong.

Although this person’s words were not very pleasant most of the time, her intention was for Yingxuan’s own good. Moreover, her so-called ‘for your own good’ was not just words, but practical actions.

Han Zhao could not hate such a person.

“It’s good that it’s useful to Yingxuan. If necessary, you should persuade her to return to the grotto-heaven to cultivate. Although her aptitude is even more outstanding than Junior Sister Ni, it’s impossible for her to survive the Divine Power Tribulation in the Origin World.” Zhou Sirong stared at Han Zhao with a burning gaze.

“I understand.” Han Zhao cupped his fists and bowed. Zhou Sirong seemed to be persuading Lu Yingxuan, but she was actually persuading him. However, when Han Zhao heard this kind of consolation, he only felt that she was concerned and not underestimating him.

“Okay, I’m leaving.” Zhou Sirong nodded and turned to walk out of the study.

“Martial Aunt Zhou, please wait.”

Han Zhao stepped forward.

“Is there anything else?” Zhou Sirong stopped.

“It’s just a small token. Please accept it, Martial Aunt Zhou.” Han Zhao took out a porcelain bottle from the Sumeru Pouch and handed it over with both hands.

“This is… a pill?” Zhou Sirong was stunned and laughed in her mind. It seemed that Han Zhao was unconvinced by what she had just said, so he wanted to prove his alchemy skills.

“Okay, I’ll accept it.”

Zhou Sirong put the porcelain bottle into the Sumeru Pouch and disappeared in a flash.

“Huh?” Han Zhao had just raised his head and opened his mouth slightly..