"Duan Xiaomo!" The little boy repeated, his tone emotionless. He was still staring at Ling Chuxi without moving.
"Is that your name? You are called Duan Xiaomo, right?" Ling Chuxi was momentarily stunned, but she gently spoke to him with a smile after that.
The little boy's eyes shone briefly, and that small face that was even prettier than a girl's revealed a rare warmth and happiness before returning to its previous confused state. After that, he turned around and started to walk away.
"Xiaomo... His name is Xiaomo!" Duan Qingchen was the sect master of the Celestial Sect, the head of the five great sects, but he was so overjoyed over this little boy speaking that his eyes actually glistened with tears. This man was someone a lot of people looked up to, with his unattainable cultivation and position, but he had become so emotional over such a small matter. It really warmed Ling Chuxi's heart. It was always so touching to see affection and love between family members.
