When Fang Zheng brought the Witch Queen into the room, almost everyone inside was stunned.
"High Priest!!"
The White Miao Chief immediately rushed over, kneeling in front of the Witch Queen, while Zhao Ling'er stood there, dumbfounded, staring at her mother. Her eyes were filled with tears, wanting to say something but unable to speak.
"My child..."
At this moment, the Witch Queen also saw Zhao Ling'er, or perhaps she had been focused entirely on her daughter since the moment she stepped in. She quickly walked over to Zhao Ling'er, reaching out with trembling hands. The Witch Queen's memories of her daughter were still from before they escaped the royal palace, when she was a six-year-old girl. But now, ten years have flown by, and the once little girl has grown into a graceful young woman.
"Mother———!!"
