The Psychic Girl

"Alas, it's been five years already... If only the little ghost were awake, he would definitely know more than us.

First it was you, and now it’s your apprentice, each and every one of them is a troublesome thing!

It's been almost a year, and Xiao Wan'er has cried so much for him that her eyes are almost blind.

Damn Nanshu! I don't know where those old wizards went after that!

If they hadn’t caused such a big mess, the little devil wouldn’t have been hurt… Alas!”

Just as Le Zhengru Feng said, Yuwen Li also felt that it was because of Feiqiong that he had some unrealistic thoughts.

[Yes! How can there be such a coincidence in the world! How can two people with different names be the same person? ...]

Ever since Gong Yimian was injured and fell into a coma in the riot caused by the Southern Territory a year ago, he always felt that the sleeping girl in the underground palace might eventually bring bad omen. That's why he always wanted to find out her origins.

Wanting to interrupt Yuwen Li's random suspicions, Le Zhengru Feng raised his hand and hit him hard on the head.

"Western Liang finally has the peaceful and prosperous days now. The most important thing now is to rest, recuperate, and have a good rest!

You! Stop making trouble for me with your wild imagination!

I'll say it again, there have never been any girls in Xiliang's underground palace! Remember that?"

Looking at his eyes fixed on him, Yuwen Li nodded repeatedly in sudden realization.

In fact, Le Zhengrufeng didn't think that Yuwen Li was daydreaming in his heart, but he understood more clearly that what Xiliang needed now was peace, a peace that would not cause any trouble.

"I know you are worried about Yimian, don't worry, he will wake up eventually. His life will be far more wonderful and long-lasting than ours.

My disciple, who is as happy as the wind, will not give up easily!"

When mentioning Gong Yimian, Le Zhengrufeng's face showed relief and warmth.

"Walk a few more laps with me! We can't all fall down one by one! I have to stay alive until they wake up!"

The entrance to the Cangjie Sect’s mountain gate.

The team responsible for going down the mountain to purchase supplies for the sect arrived a little later than usual.

"What happened on the way? You haven't returned yet, and Ye Zhan is ready to send people down the mountain to look for you."

The person who spoke was Shen Xing. His long dark blue hair was tied up high with a jade hairpin. Although he was a man, he looked energetic, gentle and charming.

In contrast, the man standing next to him looked much more sloppy, with a few stubbles on his face. He was wearing the ink-colored training uniform of the Cangjie Sect and holding a red metal sword in his hand.

This person was none other than Ye Zhan.

Standing tall among the disciples, he looked more mature and steady than five years ago, but his eyes were also more gloomy and restrained than before.

In just three years, he relied on his strength to become the first chief disciple in the Cangjie Sect, which was full of masters.

"My fellow brothers, I'm sorry! We were attacked by the Phantom Clan on our way back, so we were delayed..."

The one who answered was a new disciple who was admitted into the sect this year. He was panting the whole time and it seemed that he had tried his best to hurry on.

Since losing the Three Heads' offering, the Phantom Clan often went to the border areas to rob supplies. Ye Zhan knew this, but he didn't expect that they would appear near the Imperial City this time.

"I was negligent. I thought it was a non-dangerous mission. Are any of you injured?"

"I'm sorry to have worried you, brothers. We are all fine.

...In fact, we escaped without even having a fight.

The Phantom Clan is notoriously ruthless. We thought we were doomed this time, but suddenly a group of people wearing white masks appeared and asked us if we were from the Cangjie Sect. At that time, several disciples didn't think too much and just said yes. Unexpectedly, they helped us..."

"White mask? Could it be "Darkness"? !"

Speaking of white masks, the name of an underground organization in Lingwu Continent immediately popped into Shen Xing's mind.

"An? Why would they help Cang Jie?"

Ye Zhan frowned and looked at Shen Xing who was touching his nose constantly beside him. This had become his usual action when he encountered something confusing.

"Could it be that they want to win over Cang Jie? But this is not An's style!

They have killed so many people, when have they ever saved anyone? What is going on?!

Oops! ... Never mind! Anyway, it's better to show kindness than to be our enemy.

It is better not to become an opponent of a cunning and powerful being like Yami!"

After listening to Shen Xing's conclusion, Ye Zhan shook his head indifferently and snorted coldly.

“No matter what their purpose is, an underground organization like this that only knows how to hide in the dark and kill innocent people will only become a scourge to Lingwu!

They are destined to be our enemies!"

This was Ye Zhan's first contact with darkness. At that time, he didn't understand the good intentions, but many years later, he understood the reason...

The uninhabited Es Shamu area.

A tall figure stood alone beside a pool dug in the underground river.

He was covered from forehead to nose by a silver-white crescent-shaped mask. Under his long eyelashes, his dark eyes were as cold as falling into an icy pond.

"Did you send them all back safely?"

The voice was low and chilling.

The question was addressed to another man wearing a white mask behind him.

The man behind him slowly took off his mask and nodded slightly.

"Yes! Sect Master!

According to your wishes, we secretly sent them to the foot of Cangjie Mountain before leaving.

The Phantom Clan members have also been dealt with, so this account will only be held against us."

Looking at Yan Zini's back, he felt unspeakable sadness in his heart.

On Qing Liu's originally handsome face, a horrible scar extending from his brow to his ear was prominently exposed in the air.

The scar caused by my master still hurts until now...

Four years ago, Qing Liu would never forget the night when her master regained his memory of her and his crazy look.

The water in the pool is deep, with ripples occasionally spreading on the surface and a few strings of gurgling bubbles appearing.

If you look closely, you can see a huge and strong beast hidden under the water.

"One hundred thousand. Look what I brought you today. It's a portrait of your mother!"

Yan Zini held the bounty warrant with her childhood portrait on it and slowly unfolded it, with stars in her eyes.

“…She was also very cute when she was young!

One hundred thousand! Don't you miss her very much?

I miss her too!

Every moment, every second, I feel like I’m suffocating when I think about it…”

His voice became choked with sobs. He kept beating his chest, trying to ease the pain even a little bit, but it was useless.

At this moment, a shocking and extremely ferocious roar suddenly came from the bottom of the water.

The spiritual energy was overflowing, and even the flow of water in the entire underground river stagnated for a moment.