Inside the gazebo.
Ye Jingyan personally brewed tea, while Wei Cheng watched silently from across the table, saying nothing.
When Ye Jingyan placed the teacup in front of him and gestured for him to drink, Wei Cheng did not stand on ceremony. He picked it up, smelled it first, and then took a small sip.
He raised an eyebrow, said "Not bad," then put it down and looked at Ye Jingyan: "I suppose you have many questions for me."
Ye Jingyan took a small sip and said, "I didn't believe you were her fiancé before, but I do now."
Wei Cheng raised an eyebrow again: "And then?"
Ye Jingyan put down his teacup and looked at him: "That's all."
Seeing Wei Cheng's eyes turn cold, he said, "The relationship between the two of you is definitely not as simple as you say. If you two truly love each other, even if she loses her memory, she will instinctively fall in love with you."
But she didn't. And in your original world, perhaps she and I were a couple; otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen for her the first time I saw her, even though she was only a hundred days old. And she loved me the most too.
Wei Cheng gripped the teacup with a slight force.
Ye Jingyan tapped his fingers lightly on the table as he looked at Wei Cheng: "You've been to this spatial world before, haven't you?"
Wei Cheng had to admit that Ye Jingyan was a terrifying figure, even though he couldn't remember anything now.
He nodded: "I've been here. The world isn't perfect right now."
Ye Jingyan nodded slightly: "I knew it because you weren't surprised to come here. I won't ask you all the questions. Just tell me yourself, and I'll see you out when you're done."
*
On the edge of the desert.
Two figures, one tall and one short, stood side by side. The shorter one was an old man, who said in a deep voice, "This time it doesn't count as a favor. Before you came to me, my disciple had already asked me for help, so I still owe you three favors."
The tall, upright man said in a gentle voice, "Let's keep things separate. Did you see her when you went over there?"
Old man: "No, he was sent into the spatial dimension. But I saw what happened through a drop of blood on the ground. Your friend was tortured terribly."
The tall and upright man, Hongyun, looked at the old man and said, "Please tell me the details of what happened."
The old man slowly said, "Your friend is very capable. Knowing that she was no match for him and that her life might be hanging by a thread, she did not sit idly by and wait for death. She used all the resources at her disposal to fight against that old man."
"What a pity, the difference in strength was too great. The old man used spatial laws to suppress her; otherwise, your friend might have been able to escape. In the end, he even used the Soul-Stealing Spear to pin down her five vital points—he was determined to kill her."
"The Soul-Stealing Gun? The opponent actually used the Soul-Stealing Gun?"
The old man nodded. "Yes, I was also shocked when I saw the Soul-Snatching Spear. What grudge do those two have against each other that they would use the Soul-Snatching Spear? If you don't want to lose her, you'd better go and deal with it yourself."
Hongyun's lips curled slightly: "Originally, I planned to personally intervene, but since the other party is using the Soul-Snatching Spear, I don't need to take action."
The old man asked in bewilderment, "You laughed? That's a Soul-Snatching Spear."
Hongyun said casually, "What would be fatal to others is not her. The other party planned everything, but he overlooked this one... Heh, I wonder if he will regret using the Soul-Stealing Spear to kill her when he sees her next time."
He said to the old man, "Your disciple has arrived, so I must go now. Until we meet again."
"Wait a minute."
The old man called out to him, then said with a smile, "Hey, could you give me another bottle of that beer?"
Hongyun quickly took a step back and reached out to stop the old man from advancing: "That was a gift from her. Giving you a bottle is already out of consideration for our friendship. If you want to drink, go to the capital here and see if you can find it there."
The old man grew anxious: "I've looked, but I can't find the kind of beer you gave me. There's only one bottle, and I won't drink it all at once this time; I'll sip it slowly."
"Impossible, she told me there are some in the capital. If you look carefully, you will definitely find them."
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