The 120th anniversary celebration has finally arrived.
Ye Tong, who had been undergoing closed training at Jiuming Mountain, rushed back to Ming Mansion Garden. Her fair skin was tanned a shade darker from base life, but her demeanor was colder and harder than before—truly resembling a base warrior.
"Wow... Sister Ning, you're finally back! I thought I wouldn't get to see you this time."
Ye Tong, being enthusiastically Bai Xiaotang-like in regards to Ji Ning, rushed in as soon as she entered, tossing aside her luggage to give Ji Ning a lovable hug.
Lin Yuanyang, sitting beside them, rolled his eyes indifferently.
Ji Ning, who was hugged like a doll, felt a bit depressed; she realized that the three little ones at home had grown taller, even the once shortest Lin Yuanyang was nearly catching up to her.
No matter how much she ate, her height remained unchanged.
