Chapter 357: Chapter 358: Ye Wuchen’s Return (Part 1)
“Discipline me?” Shen Ran was taken aback and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Hahaha, if you have the guts, go and tell the Dean on me. I absolutely welcome you to do so! Someone, show this man out!”
Let’s see who the Dean will favor then!
“You…” Wu Yi’s face changed drastically, and he fiercely shook his sleeves, glancing angrily at Shen Ran before turning away.
Watching the old man leave, Shen Ran felt an unprecedented sense of pride. He felt invigorated, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
Wu Yi, you think you can compete with me when you can’t even judge people correctly? Go to sleep!
Shen Ran chuckled, leaving those in the Alchemy Hall puzzled. Had Wu Yi driven the old man mad? And he still spoke of cutting off supplies; wasn’t he afraid of the Dean’s blame?
Everyone shook their heads, no one knew what was getting into the old man…
The moon hovered over the willow tops, and the night was like water. A silver robe fluttered in the night sky, tracing a curve as radiant as moonlight.
The youth’s eyes drooped, no longer showing the languidness of before. His god-like features, and his dark eyes fixated on the woman sitting in meditation inside the house, filled with longing.
“That man should also be coming back,” he said.
He looked up toward the silent night sky, a smile forming on his lips. A family reunion—he had waited for this day for how long? How many days and nights? Even in a thousand years of slumber, it was those two faces that he could not forget, appearing in his dreams.
Unfortunately, his memory held them, but these two people had long forgotten their past entanglements.
They had also forgotten him…
Zi Qianjing’s heart suddenly ached. Those cruel scenes flashed through his mind again, causing him such pain that he couldn’t help but double over, his expression one of agony.
“Jingjing, are you hurt?”
Suddenly, a pair of warm hands touched his, and a concerned voice came from ahead, the voice, as if from several centuries ago, warmed his heart.
“I’m fine,”
Zi Qianjing shook his head, raising his pale face. In the night wind, his slender figure seemed so frail and thin, lonely and heartbreaking.
For some reason, seeing Zi Qianjing like this caused Mu Ruyue’s heart to ache slightly, and she tightly clutched his icy hand.
As the saying goes, there is a natural connection between a mother and her child, and even without the memories of previous lives, that bond from within the soul remains unaltered…
“Jingjing, I feel like we should know each other,” Mu Ruyue said earnestly, studying the youth in front of her, a strange gleam in her eyes.
In that moment, Zi Qianjing almost wanted to reveal everything, but the words stalled on his lips, unable to be spoken.
He didn’t know if she would believe his words, he feared she might treat him as a madman and distance herself from him, or perhaps frighten her? After all, some matters are too bizarre to comprehend.
Who could believe such a story?
Zi Qianjing was truly scared.
He hadn’t been scared when Zi Feng captured him, nor was he scared when she severed his limbs, but now he was truly terrified, just like when he once watched his parents turn to ashes under a thunderbolt…
“Could you… hug me?” Zi Qianjing looked at the stunning woman before him, his eyes filled with hope, “You really resemble my mother, she and my father left me when I was very young. Seeing you, I feel an intimate connection, so, could you hug me?”