Yu Yan's voice is like heavenly music.
He was like someone who had been rescued from drowning, feeling both fearful and relieved as if he had escaped death.
Qian Fangfang slumped down beside him, face down, lifeless.
Ji Wuye suddenly sat up.
The boy was naked, seemingly oblivious to everything, staring blankly at Yu Yan.
"Master..."
Two words escaped Ji Wuye's throat in a hoarse voice.
A wisp of moisture passed through the boy's eyes, rippling slightly as it reflected the woman's figure, motionless and unblinking.
Seeing his appearance, Feng Su frowned deeply beneath his mask.
He quickly took out a piece of clothing he had never worn before and rushed over to Ji Wuye.
He covered his body.
Feng Su: "Junior Brother Ji, are you alright?"
Ji Wuye seemed to just realize what was happening, and he pulled the outer robe that Feng Su had draped over him.
The boy didn't speak, he just kept his head down tying his belt.
Her ears gradually turned red.
Yu Yan rubbed her fingertips together; this scene was so familiar.
The moment she entered and saw the boy pinned down by the other man, the scene of her saving Mu Nanyu years ago flashed before her eyes.
No one knows how scared she was just now.
She was afraid to see Ji Wuye covered in blood.
She always remembered that the boy could be driven mad by the trials of fate at any moment.
Yu Yan noticed the crimson color behind Ji Wuye's ear.
The woman smiled slightly and walked over.
Feng Su stayed by Yu Yan's side the whole time, the scene of his junior brother Ji being forced was still stuck in his mind.
He couldn't imagine what would have happened to him if his master had arrived a moment later.
Ji Wuye's action of tying his clothes seemed to take an exceptionally long time.
He kept his head down so the two of them couldn't see his expression.
In reality, his jaw was already taut to the extreme.
Ji Wuye gritted his teeth, trying his best to clear the tears welling up in his eyes.
He wasn't afraid of Qian Fangfang; at worst, he would just die.
Anyway, he'd rather be dead than have lived a miserable life since he was a child.
But Yu Yan actually came.
She really came to save him.
At the moment he wanted to detonate his dantian.
Ji Wuye's eyes were dark and deep. The moment Yu Yan walked in front of him, he suddenly stood up and hugged her.
"Thank you, Master..."
Feng Su moved slightly, and when he saw Yu Yan's hand fall on Ji Wuye's shoulder, his eyes trembled and he steadied himself.
"It's alright, she's already dead."
Yu Yan rubbed the boy's shoulders, which were almost fleshless, hard and uncomfortable.
The woman frowned almost imperceptibly.
Feng Su took in the changes in her expression.
The barbs that stood up all over its body instantly retracted, like a cat whose ruffled fur had been gently stroked by its owner.
Master was clearly not very willing.
Ji Wuye hugged Yu Yan briefly and then immediately let go.
He smelled the delicate fragrance emanating from the other person, and felt annoyed.
He hoped she wouldn't misunderstand; he was simply trying to thank her.
If she thinks that just because she saved him once, he will completely rely on and trust her, she is sorely mistaken!
Ji Wuye kept giving himself mental suggestions.
He will not yield, never!
Yu Yan glanced lightly at Qian Fangfang's corpse, and a thoughtful look flashed across her eyes as she thought of the soul-guiding array that Qian Fangfang had activated.
On one side is an ancient formation, and on the other is a soul-guiding formation that requires extremely high spiritual awareness.
The opponent, with only the cultivation of the early Nascent Soul stage, would not be able to complete the Soul Guiding Array without the aid of divine sense from a Nascent Soul stage or above.
As is well known, there are two ways to enhance one's spiritual awareness.
First, there's the enhancement from the formation; second, there's the forced boost from the elixirs.
Needless to say, the number of alchemists capable of refining Soul Pills in the major sects is less than five.
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