The fire unicorn rode on the back of the little white donkey and chased after him.

"By the way, brother, why did Xiao Huohuo practice so fast? Others cultivated until their beards turned gray, but they were only from the Martial Sect and the Martial Master. Then Xiao Huohuo became the Martial Emperor at the age of thirty!"

"It's simple, because he carries an old man with him."

"Why didn't I see it? With an old man, doesn't that mean that Xiao Huohuo is a ghost cultivator?"

"Also, Xiao Huohuo's name is so weird. Why isn't it called Xiao Yan?"

"Well, maybe fire sounds better."

Fire Qilin: "???"

…

The next day, Song Xiaochun woke up from his sleep, which excited Song Yuanwai and Song Qianshi.

"My son, you finally woke up. You scared your mother, do you know?"

Mrs. Song Qian was so excited that her tears fell down and she hugged Song Xiaochun tightly.

"mother?"

Song Xiaochun's eyes were confused. He looked around, familiar and yet unfamiliar, and his eyes gradually became clear.

This is his home.
Chapter completed!