Upon hearing Ji Wuye's voice, Feng Su turned around.
He shook his head. "Not yet."
Ji Wuye glanced in the direction he had just been looking, and thinking that human cultivators could not remain submerged underwater for long periods of time, he felt a little more worried about this master he subconsciously held in his heart.
I wonder if Master will be able to go to sea and find them.
"What happened?"
With a ripple in the barrier, a clear, melodious female voice reached their ears.
Feng Su's phoenix eyes lit up. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately strode over to Yu Yan's side.
The man in white looked down at her, his narrow eyes brimming with undisguised joy, while everything else was tightly suppressed.
No one could see it, not even the Master knew.
Yu Yan looked up at him. Feng Su hadn't said much to her when they were communicating. She hadn't expected that her two disciples would be together.
She responded with an "Mmm".
Thinking of Ji Wuye, Yu Yan turned her head.
For a moment, I was taken aback when my gaze fell on the other person's long, dark blue hair.
"Master?"
Ji Wuye asked uncertainly.
Is the woman in front of him his master?
It seemed... different from what he had imagined, yet also as if it were how it should be.
Ji Wuye frowned slightly, trying to ignore his heartbeat, which had suddenly lost its rhythm the moment his master appeared.
Feng Su's focused gaze fell on Yu Yan, and neither of her disciples seemed to have any intention of answering her question.
Yu Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to Ji Wuye, "Come here."
The woman's fingers were slender and white. As she raised her arm, her wide white sleeves slid down slightly, revealing a delicate, fair wrist adorned with a blue jade bracelet.
Ji Wuye's pupils contracted, as if some scene flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly clutched the silver chain around his neck from behind.
His heart pounded uncontrollably as he walked step by step toward Yu Yan, his gaze fixed on her wrist.
Upon seeing this, Feng Su frowned, a strange wariness flashing in his eyes. He took a step forward and stood beside Yu Yan, and said in a low voice,
"Master, my junior brother has lost his memory."
The woman showed no surprise at all after she finished speaking.
It was because she realized this that she called the person over.
There was a seal within Ji Wuye's consciousness, which would be easy for her to break.
"I know."
Ji Wuye paused slightly.
As he approached, Yu Yan's arm fell to her side, concealing her fair wrist, while Feng Su's fingertips twitched slightly.
"Is this the royal family of the Qilin?"
Yu Yan drew a spell mark from a distance and placed it on Ji Wuye's brow. As she withdrew her hand, she asked a question.
Feng Su suddenly grabbed her arm as it was about to fall. Yu Yan was startled and was about to shake him off when she heard the man question her in a low voice.
"How did Master get injured again?"
His handsome face beneath the mask was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes were filled with an unspeakable rage.
Feng Su lifted Yu Yan's hand, the one without the blue bracelet, and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a blue bruise near her wrist on her forearm.
It was very shallow and short, so little that Yu Yan herself didn't even notice it.
I don't know how Feng Su captured it.
He moved his large hand to her wrist and encircled it with his fingers.
Just as he had thought, his master's wrists were too slender; he could hold two of them in one hand.
Feng Su's brow twitched, and his attention fell once again on the bruises on Yu Yan's arm.
With Master's level of cultivation, who could possibly injure her time and time again?
Ji Wuye's blank stare gradually regained focus.
The memories that Ji Wutang had forcibly sealed away rushed into his mind all at once.
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