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The celebration banquet was a lively and joyous affair.

The Wu tribe is known for its generosity, and today they have double joy—a victory in battle and the birth of a son—the atmosphere is so festive it could practically lift the roof off the Pangu Temple.

Xingtian and Kuafu played a drinking game in the middle, and the loser had to drink from a wine jar.

To amuse the little dragon, Zhu Rong actually conjured flames of various small animals in his palm, causing the little guy to howl and stretch out his claws to grab them.

Nuwa and the Queen Mother of the West sat to one side, exchanging parenting tips and occasionally letting out a soft laugh.

Amidst this clamor, the clouds seemed somewhat out of place, yet strangely harmonious.

She held a glass of fruit wine in her hand, taking small sips.

Her gaze kept drifting involuntarily toward Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan was holding Lin Ling'er.

The little girl cried out just now; she might be hungry, or she might have wet herself.

If it were any other male immortal, he would probably have frantically handed the child over to his partner long ago.

But Lin Xuan did not.

He skillfully picked the child up upright, gently patted his back, and hummed an unknown tune.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."

The voice was deep and gentle, with a reassuring magic.

After a short while, the little girl stopped crying and fell asleep on Lin Xuan's shoulder, with a trace of drool still hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Lin Xuan didn't mind the dirt at all, and casually wiped it with his sleeve, his eyes full of doting affection.

This scene struck Yunxiao's heart hard.

"Hey sis, what are you looking at? Your eyes are practically popping out!"

Bixiao came closer, a chicken leg still in her mouth, and nudged Yunxiao's shoulder with a mischievous grin.

Yunxiao was startled and quickly looked away, her face turning as red as a ripe apple.

"No... I didn't see anything. I just thought... Fellow Daoist Lin Xuan has a knack for taking care of children."

"That's right!" Bixiao swallowed the chicken leg and said casually, "I just heard Sister Houtu say that Brother Lin Xuan is the best man in our prehistoric world. He can fight, he can cook, and he's so family-oriented. Tsk tsk, whoever marries him is truly blessed for several lifetimes."

As she spoke, Bixiao deliberately lowered her voice and whispered in Yunxiao's ear, "Big sister, aren't you tempted?"

"Bixiao! Stop talking nonsense!"

Yunxiao glared at her sister in embarrassment and annoyance, but her heart was pounding like a drum.

Are you excited?

How could I not be tempted?

Especially after experiencing that great battle just now, seeing the domineering spirit Lin Xuan displayed in protecting his wife and children, and then seeing this tender side of a tough guy now.

This contrast is like a deadly poison.

Just then, Houtu walked over with a wine cup in her hand.

This sage, at this moment, sat down beside Yunxiao with a smile, like a worried old mother.

"Yunxiao, how's it going? Do you like today's food?"

"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty. The food is excellent." Yunxiao quickly stood up and bowed.

"Oh, no need for formalities among family." Houtu pulled her aside and made her sit down. "Why call me 'Your Majesty'? Just call me 'Sister'."

The word "family" made Yunxiao's heart tremble.

Houtu sighed, and suddenly her face fell.

"Actually, even though we seem so lively now, I'm also worried."

Yunxiao was taken aback: "What's troubling you, sister? Brother Lin Xuan is so valiant, and the Witch Clan has gained a new member. Isn't that wonderful?"

"It's good, but..." Houtu glanced at Lin Xuan and lowered her voice, "My thirteenth brother is working too hard. Look, he has to manage the affairs of the Underworld, worry about the future of the Witch Clan, and now he has to take care of the children. Although the Queen Mother of the West and the others are virtuous, they don't understand formations after all, so they can't help with many things."

At this point, Houtu looked meaningfully at Yunxiao.

"You saw that Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation just now. Although it was broken this time, there's no guarantee that that madman Di Jun won't come up with something even more powerful next time. Our Pangu Palace's defensive formations are still too weak. If... we could have an expert in formations stationed here to help our thirteenth brother, that would be wonderful."

Yunxiao is a smart person.

She could easily understand the meaning behind the Houtu dialect.

This is like handing her a ladder.

A master of formations?

In the entire prehistoric world, apart from sages, who dares to say that they can surpass Yunxiao in the mastery of formations?

"What does my sister mean...?" Yunxiao's heart leaped into her throat.

"What I mean is," Houtu grasped her hand, his eyes sincere, "Yunxiao, if you don't mind our Wu clan's uncouth ways, why don't you... stay a few more days? Help Thirteenth Brother study the formations, and while you're at it... also help look after these mischievous monkeys."

Stay a few more days.

That's a perfect reason.

This saved her face while also giving her a chance to stay.

Yunxiao turned her head and looked at Lin Xuan again.

Lin Xuan happened to look over as well.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Lin Xuan didn't say anything, but just smiled slightly at her and raised the wine glass in his hand.

There was no coercion in that smile, only an invitation.

It's as if it's saying: This is your home, as long as you're willing.

Yunxiao took a deep breath.

She recalled the days and nights she spent in seclusion on the Three Immortals Island.

It was peaceful and carefree.

But that loneliness, like the tides of the sea, can never be completely washed away.

And here.

There were fireworks, laughter, and warmth.

There's also... a man who understands her, protects her, and makes her heart flutter.

"Since that's what you say, sister..."

Yunxiao lowered his head, his voice soft but unusually firm.

"Then Yunxiao... I would be impolite to refuse. I also want to... learn more from Brother Lin Xuan."

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Houtu was so happy she almost slapped her thigh, and quickly gave Dijiang a wink.

Who is Dijiang?

He's a master of brotherly love and a master of action.

As soon as he received Houtu's signal, he understood immediately.

It's a success!

"Since Sister Yunxiao is willing to stay, it is an honor for our Witch Clan!"

Dijiang slammed the wine bowl in his hand onto the table and stood up with a heroic air.

"However, we witches do things in a proper and legitimate way. Sister Yunxiao is a disciple of the Sage Tongtian. We can't let her live here without a proper name or status. It wouldn't sound good if word got out, like we're kidnapping someone."

Upon hearing this, Yunxiao's heart skipped a beat.

Right and legitimate?

What... what are they trying to do?

Dijiang waved his hand and roared at his remaining ten brothers:

"Brothers! Stop drinking! Get up!"

"Go to the storeroom! Bring out the best spiritual treasures, the best spiritual roots, and the finest wines!"

"Let's go to Jin'ao Island! To propose marriage!"