"Si Yue, kneel down."
Si Yue knew what Wan Jiao was going to do, so she quickly and obediently knelt on the prayer mat and said, "Disciple Si Yue greets Grandmaster and Grandmaster."
The ancestral tablet moved twice, and the relic flashed, thus completely acknowledging Si Yue as the chief disciple of Nanshan Temple.
Afterwards, Si Yue helped Wan Jiao organize the things she brought from the villa. Once everything was almost organized, she used her spiritual power to draw a teleportation talisman and said, "Let's go back."
Si Yue stood still, her tone changing from her previous relaxed manner, "Master, even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your junior brother. Take better care of your health."
Wan Jiao didn't feel sad at first.
But when Si Yue said that, she thought of her son who was born without a father, and suddenly felt a little sad. She gave a muffled "hmm," and said, "I know what I'm doing."
"Master, then your disciple is leaving." Si Yue said as she stepped into the range of the teleportation talisman.
Wan Jiao: "Cultivate diligently, and don't be lazy."
Si Yue: "Disciple obeys!"
The night was deep.
After everyone in the Ye family mansion had fallen asleep, Wan Jiao quietly appeared in Old Master Ye's room, took out silver needles, and inserted them into several of his major acupoints.
This needle can help him feel lighter and recover faster. It is a superior acupuncture technique from the ancient medicine that Wan Jiao studied, which is incomparable to ordinary medical methods.
After the acupuncture, Wan Jiao returned to the master bedroom on the fourth floor, took out a talisman from her canvas bag, and went to the Prajna Secret Realm in her dream to see Feng Nanshan.
Feng Nanshan seemed to have anticipated Wan Jiao's arrival, and waited at the entrance of the secret realm early on. As soon as she entered, he grabbed her arm and led her to a snowy and icy place within the Prajna Secret Realm of Dreams.
"Ancestor, isn't this secret realm supposed to be like spring all year round? How come it's now frozen over for thousands of miles and covered in snow?" Wan Jiao asked in surprise.
Feng Nanshan: "This secret realm was not created by me alone."
"Ancestor, you wouldn't be thinking of telling me that Ye Jin..."
Before Wan Jiao could finish speaking, Feng Nanshan interrupted, "You little rascal, you don't actually think that Ye Jin can really perish together with the ancient evil beast, Gu Yan Dazun, with a mere mortal body, do you?"
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