Xia Xin heard no movement inside and felt anxious, "Old Ancestor, are... are you alright?"
He was worried that something might suddenly happen to Jiangli.
Although he knew the Old Ancestor had always been powerful, for some reason, he felt inexplicably uneasy and worried.
Thinking of this, Xia Xin reached out and knocked on the door again.
As if disturbed by him, a calm voice came from Jiangli inside.
"I’m fine, I’m not hungry. You go rest, I want to sleep for a bit."
The calmer Jiangli’s voice was, the more worried Xia Xin became.
He said worriedly, "Old Ancestor, are you really okay?"
Jiangli responded with a sound of acknowledgment, "I want to sleep for a bit, don’t bother me, or I will expel you from the sect."
Xia Xin couldn’t understand what Jiangli was thinking, so he sighed and walked to the opposite corridor to sit down, guarding the door to Jiangli’s room.
The Old Ancestor looked quite normal, but he was just afraid that something might happen to Jiangli.
It’s better to keep watch.
Jiangli could feel that Xia Xin’s presence had not moved far away. She sat by the bed, not resting, but looking down at the two iron talismans in her palm.
She vaguely remembered some things but couldn’t quite recall them clearly.
Qing Yue returned to the Fu Family mansion.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Fu Shiyan standing expressionlessly on the balcony, staring at him.
Duan Jianchuan stood next to Fu Shiyan and gave him a look.
Qing Yue fearlessly smiled and waved at them.
Then, he walked into the house.
Not long after, Qing Yue appeared on the second-floor balcony.
As soon as he walked over, he put his arm around Wen Zishu’s shoulder and whistled, "Why is everyone here? Are you all worried about me?"
Wen Zishu glanced at Fu Shiyan’s expression, coughed to hint at Qing Yue to be serious.
Qing Yue acted as if he didn’t understand, smiling at Fu Shiyan, "Third Brother, are you worried about me?"
Fu Shiyan’s gaze fell on him, briefly glancing at his almost healed wounds, "Still alive, I see."
Qing Yue chuckled, "Yes, thanks to Third Brother, future sister-in-law saved me."
Fu Shiyan’s eyes narrowed slightly, "What did you see?"
Qing Yue sensed his implication, winked ambiguously, "Third Brother, what do you think I’d see?"
Fu Shiyan’s expression remained indifferent, "Qing Yue."
Qing Yue raised his hands in surrender, "I get it."
He looked at Fu Shiyan, his usual playful smile gone.
And said only four words.
Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan didn’t quite understand.
They instinctively looked at Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan gripped the water cup in his hand tightly, his eyes seemingly a stormy sea, but his face remained calm.
Wen Zishu and Duan Jianchuan exchanged glances.
Wen Zishu mouthed: What does "bleak wasteland" mean?
Duan Jianchuan shook his head almost imperceptibly, how would he know?
Qing Yue looked at Fu Shiyan, daringly spoke again, "Her spiritual feature is half damaged — Third Brother, I feel her spiritual feature looks familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere before. Where do you think I’ve seen it?"
"You helped me once, so I won’t harm you," Fu Shiyan replied coldly, "But it doesn’t mean I will never harm you."
Qing Yue laughed lightly, "Third Brother, it was just a joke, right?"
"It’s best to joke less about such things. And her spiritual feature is none of your concern."
Fu Shiyan gave him a cold look and turned to leave.
Qing Yue watched his back and suddenly said, "You two are quite alike. She said the same thing. Third Brother, do you share the same feeling?"
Fu Shiyan paused his steps, but didn’t turn back.
The next second, he strode away.