"I also think it looks familiar..." Lao Si, An Zhiyun agreed.

At this moment, the silent little boy suddenly spoke up, "Brother Yu, Brother Yun, don’t you recognize Xiao Hei?" His voice was soft.

An Zhifeng tentatively called out, "Xiao Hei?"

The little boy nodded, his round amber eyes showing grievance.

"You all don’t recognize Xiao Hei." His voice was very soft, "Only the master can recognize Xiao Hei." Saying this, he trotted his short, chubby legs and dashed to An Yiqing, snuggling into her arms.

Everyone felt this world had turned fantastic.

An Yiqing stopped watching the digestion and went to sit on the sofa, recounting the events that had happened over the past few days to everyone.

Everyone finally had their horizons broadened.

"It turns out there are not only the Dragon Clan but also Xuanwu and the Four Divine Beasts. Miss, following you really requires a strong heart, or one might get scared to death!" An Zhiyun said, clutching his heart, laughing.

"Pei pei pei, what death nonsense, it’s not lucky at all." An Zhihuo, with the fiercest temperament, shot An Zhiyun a look, "Rescuing your few little deals, still boastful in front of the young lady!" Saying this, he jumped off the sofa and bent over the coffee table, grinning as he looked at Xiao Hei sitting beside An Yiqing.

"Xiao Hei, how old are you this year?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Hei blinked his round eyes, tilted his little head, thinking carefully, "I don’t remember, seems to be over twenty thousand years old?"

The Thirteen Blood Generals looked dumbstruck, petrified, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Initially planning to acknowledge a younger brother, now it seems, alright, they’ve recognized an ancestor!

Ever since Xiao Hei turned into a little boy, he has been adored by the Thirteen Blood Generals. Even Zhang Yufeng, who has a somewhat aloof personality, likes Xiao Hei immensely.

Originally, when Xiao Hei was still a little black dog, everyone loved this simple, honest, and caring little guy very much. Now, the little guy has transformed into a child, merely changing form, still being the same pure, cute, and considerate little fellow, with nothing different.

Just seeing Xiao Hei moving his short legs, busily and warmly around An Yiqing, staying close to her side, obedient and endearing, everyone couldn’t help but like Xiao Hei a little more.

Xiao Hei’s pampering made Fatty Mao Er and Old Jin, who had been neglected for days, envious, jealous, and hateful, feeling frustrated. Isn’t it just turning into a little kid? Isn’t it just unsealing? What’s the big deal?

Hmph! Once they unseal too, they’ll turn into little kids! Then they’ll be even cuter than you! See who everyone likes more, see who is more cherished! Hmph!

Early the next morning, as soon as An Yiqing got out of bed, she received a call from Zhang Yuksheng.

Zhang Yuksheng, Xing Bin, and Liao Jinglin, along with Feng Yu and Hua Yun, arrived secretly at Flower Island by plane, without anyone knowing. This decision was made after a video conference call and subsequent phone discussions. Zhang Yuksheng was extremely worried if An Yiqing had encountered any trouble, so he rushed overnight by plane.

"Miss, has something happened?" As soon as they met, Zhang Yuksheng couldn’t contain himself.

An Yiqing shook her head, signaling everyone to return to the room before speaking. These people were all trusted generals of An Yiqing, even with numerous doubts in their hearts, they held back.

Returning to the room, as they entered the door, they saw a five or six-year-old boy in dark shorts and a shirt sitting on the sofa watching TV. Beside him, Old Jin and Fatty Mao Er lazily spread their fur, basking in the sun, seemingly quite harmonious.

"Miss, this is..." Zhang Yuksheng and everyone were somewhat dumbfounded upon seeing.

"This is my acknowledged god-brother."

God-brother? Zhang Yuksheng and a few others looked at each other, puzzled by when the young lady developed the habit of acknowledging god-siblings.

As Zhang Yufeng and others were dumbfounded, Xiao Hei had already carried Old Jin and Fatty Mao Er back to the bedroom, leaving the living room space for An Yiqing and the people of Zhang Yusheng.

"You all sit down, rest a bit, I have more to say." Saying this, An Yiqing walked into the kitchen, brought out a set of tea utensils, and leisurely made tea for everyone.

Her pale fingers resembled delicate green onions, long and slender. Placing them on exquisite black tea utensils gave a strong contrast. Scalding hot water gradually emitted steam, white mist swirling between slender fingers, looking lovely.

Zhang Yuksheng and the others had seen An Yiqing making tea many times, yet, uncontrollably every time, their gaze was captivated.

Smoke envelops cold greens, delicate hands slender, an ambiance of tranquility and harmony.

Sipping lightly on the clear tea, Zhang Yuksheng and others expressed deep appreciation.

A masterpiece of humanity.

As everyone relaxed, An Yiqing smiled gently before speaking.

:"Here’s the thing, as I said in the video conference, there’s going to be a major upheaval three years from now. It’s true. However, this upheaval doesn’t just exist within the business world but in the entire Xuanjin, maybe even the whole world."

Zhang Yuksheng and others showed surprise, looking at each other. Actually, for Zhang Yuksheng, Xing Bin, and Liao Jinglin, they were already martial cultivators, having a deeper understanding of this world, not finding An Yiqing’s words unbelievable. But for Hua Yun and Feng Yu, being ordinary people, it seemed rather fantastical.

However, since these two could gain An Yiqing’s favor, they must have their extraordinary qualities. Soon, both Feng Yu and Hua Yun digested the information, their expressions returning to normal.

Seeing this, An Yiqing nodded inwardly, they were worthy of her trust.

"Miss, does this upheaval have anything to do with you?" Zhang Yuksheng pondered for a while, feeling this matter should be related to their young lady.

An Yiqing gave him an appreciative look, "Indeed, this upheaval might cost me my life."

Crash—

The teacup in Zhang Yuksheng’s hand fell with a bang, broken, not having changed his expression in bankruptcy, nor in a company crisis, nor in hearing global upheaval. But now, his face was pale, scalding hot water burning his hand, with no reaction. He looked at An Yiqing, full of disbelief.

"Miss, is this true?" He stood up abruptly, his voice trembling.

An Yiqing smiled lightly, as if the death she talked about was not hers.

"Brother Yusheng, sit down and listen to me slowly."

Over the next twenty minutes, An Yiqing summarized the major events that happened over the past days to everyone, and also briefly spoke about the responsibilities she bore. She didn’t divulge everything for a couple of reasons: one, her life held too many secrets; and two, she didn’t want to burden them excessively.