It's Ji Wuye's house!
When Yu Yan entered his room, she only caught a fleeting glimpse of the boy's white robes.
This is a soul-guiding formation!
The woman's expression was grave; it was her oversight.
She brought him back, but didn't carefully check him for any strange curses or spells.
Yu Yan tore open space with her bare hands, and Feng Su's urgent shouts came from behind her.
"Master! Take me with you!"
Feng Su arrived beside her in the blink of an eye, and the boy tightly gripped Yu Yan's sleeve.
His phoenix eyes held a firm and stubborn determination.
Yu Yan gave a soft "hmm," then took his arm and led him into the spatial rift.
Feng Su's lips curled up slightly.
Then his slightly somber gaze fell upon the surrounding spatial barriers.
A gray vortex floated erratically in the air, with a barrier erected by Yu Yan beneath its feet.
Stone fragments and spiritual attacks kept whizzing past.
Feng Su clenched his fists and moved a little closer to Yu Yan.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
As Yu Yan spoke, she checked the spiritual energy shields on the two of them.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that everything was intact.
Feng Su shook his head, but the hand hidden under his sleeve trembled uncontrollably.
To be honest, this was the first time Yu Yan had led a group to tear through space.
Back then, she was led by her master into the spatial rift several times.
She still remembered her master's repeated instructions: she must hold on to him tightly, or she would be crushed to ashes or her soul would be scattered.
Yu Yan thought for a moment and pulled the person closer to her.
"Spatial turbulence is dangerous, be careful."
Feng Su raised his head slightly, gazing at the woman's profile so close to him.
The other person's warm hand was on my arm.
He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the silver mask on his face.
The boy's phoenix eyes dimmed slightly.
His master never asked him where the scars on his face came from.
As if sensing the boy's gloomy mood, Yu Yan turned her head and looked at him.
"Feng Su, are you afraid?" Yu Yan asked.
The woman's eyes held undisguised concern, and as Feng Su looked at her, a warm feeling welled up from his heart and spread rapidly.
My body, which had been tense since I stepped into the space, began to relax.
His eyes welled up slightly. "I'm not afraid, my disciple. I'm just a little curious."
Feng Su's voice was hoarse, and his small fist, which had been bulging with blue veins, loosened.
The boy grabbed Yu Yan's sleeves with both hands.
Yu Yan lowered her eyes; she thought he was just a child.
"Yes, your teacher is here."
The woman's voice reached his ears like the blazing sun on ice, melting a huge hole in his heart.
Feng Su's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes blinked suddenly.
The tears that welled up in her eyes were concealed.
His thin lips were pressed tightly together.
He wondered if his master had been by his side back then, and if his master had told him that she was there, would everything have been different?
He could face her with his true appearance like the other junior brothers, and he could also frankly say at this moment that he was just curious.
Master is so wise, how could he have been deceived by his lies just now?
He was just scared.
He was afraid that the turbulence would suddenly sweep in and slash his face; he was afraid that when the attack hit him, he would still be as useless as a piece of trash, completely powerless to fight back.
The pink peach blossoms on the cuffs of the boy's white shirt trembled slightly.
It was like a ripple caused by a gust of wind.
Yu Yan didn't expose him.
Feng Su is only ten years old, so it's normal for him to be afraid.
He had the courage to ask her to take him with him without any hesitation.
Yu Yan thought he had been brave enough.
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