The smile was bright, resembling the blooming flowers of spring.

She gently stretched out her hand, her movement as soft as a breeze touching the petals, gently caressing Yang Xue'Er's belly with eyes full of anticipation and excitement, saying, "Ah, my little grandson is about to arrive; this is truly a great blessing bestowed upon our Qingfeng Pavilion by the heavens, like a brilliant star descending to earth." Yang Xue'Er blushed slightly, akin to a shy sunset glow on the horizon, as she bashfully smiled.

The smile was full of feminine grace and sweetness.

Seeing this, the seven Altar Masters of Qingfeng Pavilion stepped forward together, kneeling on one knee, their postures upright, cupping their fists in utmost respect and saying in unison, "Greetings, Young Pavilion Master!" Their voices loud and orderly, echoing through the courtyard of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Seeing this, Yang Xue'Er hurriedly extended her hands, bending slightly, and hastily said, "Please rise, Altar Masters. Snow'er has just returned and will rely heavily on everyone for many matters. I hope you will all look after me in the future."

"Flame Altar Master" Wang Yan was the first to stand. He was tall and robust, cupped his fists, and said in a voice like a great bell, "The Young Pavilion Master has endured hardships outside and now returns safely to the pavilion; truly a great joy for our Qingfeng Pavilion. In the future, should the Young Pavilion Master have any command, I, Wang Yan, would cross fire and water without hesitation!"

His eyes were firm, exuding an aura of grandeur.

"Cold Star Altar Master" Leng Shuang nodded slightly, her voice cool yet filled with concern, "Young Pavilion Master, the road of Jianghu is fraught with dangers, and we worried about your solitary journey all the time. Now seeing you safe and sound, the stone in our hearts has finally settled."

Her expression was austere, but her words were full of gentleness.

"Windstorm Altar Master" Fengyi smiled, his figure agile like a swallow, and said laughingly, "Young Pavilion Master, surely you have many strange tales from your journey. In the future, when you have leisure, you must share them with us, so we too can hear the unique sights of Jianghu."

His smile was infectious, making one feel like basking in the spring breeze.

"Thunderbolt Altar Master" Lei Yao said loudly, "The return of the Young Pavilion Master is indeed a blessing to Qingfeng Pavilion. With this, our Qingfeng Pavilion is bound to shine ever more brightly like the rising sun!" His face was brimming with excitement and anticipation.

"Cyan Wood Altar Master" Lin Sen bowed elegantly and said, "The Young Pavilion Master's safe return is like a spring breeze caressing the willow, bringing Qingfeng Pavilion more vitality. In the future, please guide us in the pavilion's affairs."

His demeanor was a display of genteel elegance.

"Master of the Green Water Altar" Shui Rou whispered softly, like a babbling brook, "Young Pavilion Master, should there be any need in the pavilion, please instruct, and Shui Rou shall serve with all her heart." Her eyes were full of loyalty and compliance.

"Golden Flame Altar Master" Jin Zhan cupped his fists and said, "Young Pavilion Master, we have long awaited your return, and today being able to see you is truly an honor."

His words were concise and powerful, filled with respect.

Afterwards, everyone's gaze turned to Shi Feiyang.

"Flame Altar Master" Wang Yan, full of reverence, cupped his fists again, "Hero Shi, you have acted chivalrously in Jianghu, aiding the distressed and helping those in need, your fame spreading far and wide. We admire you immensely."

Shi Feiyang hurriedly returned the gesture, humbly saying, "Master Wang overpraises; I merely adhere to my sense of justice and did what was expected of me, nothing worth mentioning." His expression was gentle, showing his humble nature.

"Cold Star Altar Master" Leng Shuang also spoke, "Hero Shi, your heroic deeds are widely known in Jianghu; we have long heard of them. In the future, we hope you will generously guide us, so we too may improve in our martial arts."

She bent slightly, her attitude sincere.

Shi Feiyang responded with a smile, "Master Leng, you are too kind. People of Jianghu should indeed spar with each other, learning and progressing together."

The other Altar Masters also expressed their respect for Shi Feiyang, who patiently responded to each one, deeply engaged in conversation with all.

Together, they walked into the Qingfeng Pavilion, laughter and joy echoing throughout the picturesque pavilion, adding warmth and liveliness to the serene tower. Under the meticulous hospitality of Su Yao and the seven Altar Masters, Shi Feiyang and the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association spent a pleasant and leisurely time in the paradise-like Qingfeng Pavilion.

However, beautiful times always pass by swiftly like a fleeting horse.

Shi Feiyang was concerned about the many affairs of the Heroic Sakura Association and considered that Yang Xue'Er, now pregnant, was becoming increasingly heavy; the long journey would be disadvantageous for her and the baby in her womb.

On a sunny early summer morning, gentle sunlight trickled through the carved windows, creating patches of golden light on the floor. Shi Feiyang, with steady steps, went to Yang Xue'Er's room.

At that moment, Yang Xue'Er was quietly sitting by the window, gazing at the splendid garden outside.

A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling her hair slightly, her eyes carrying a faint trace of sadness, like a quiet lake slightly tinged with melancholy. Shi Feiyang quietly approached her from behind, his movements gentle, fearing to disrupt the tranquility. He softly said, "Xue'Er, I have been thinking; tomorrow, I will lead the brothers to Cyan Simurgh Peak for a sudden inspection of our Heroic Sakura Association Liaodong Cyan Simurgh Peak Sub-Branch disciples' conditions. You are now with child, and the jostling of travel is not suitable. I think you should stay at Qingfeng Pavilion to peacefully nurture the baby, what do you think?"

His voice was low and gentle, full of care and affection.

Yang Xue'Er slowly turned her head, her eyes, like autumn waters, brimming with tears, lightly biting her lip, her voice choked, "Feiyang, I know what you say is right, but whenever I think about parting from you soon, my heart feels as if it's been drained, empty and unwilling to let you go." Saying this, tears rolled down like pearls breaking from a string, quietly sliding down her fair cheeks.