"Quick! Pull him up!"
"Who knows a water-absorption technique!?"
"I do!"
The four of them frantically dragged Wei He ashore and laid him flat on the ground.
Spiritual power rapidly wove into a strange hand seal in Yan Ziyou's hands, drawing streams of white light over Wei He's body.
Soon, streams of water poured from Wei He's mouth.
Taking advantage of it, he pretended to slowly awaken from his coma.
"Brother!" Yan Ziyou finally let out a breath of relief, her face flushed as she lowered her hands. Her full chest rose and fell sharply. She wanted to fiercely scold this useless fellow, but when the words reached her lips, she simply could not say them.
Seeing Yan Yuxin in such a miserable and bedraggled state, her heart softened without her realizing it.
"Brother, from now on..."
"Who are you?" The moment Wei He spoke, his Linzhou common tongue was somewhat halting.
"?! Brother, you..." Yan Ziyou froze, her lips parting slightly.
"Why are you all gathered around me?" Wei He pretended to frown. "And who exactly are you people?"
Pretending to have amnesia was quite easy for him. After all, he knew nothing in the first place, so it was not much different from actual amnesia.
"No way..." Startled, Yan Ziyou exchanged a glance with Zhou Han. Each saw a trace of foreboding in the other's eyes.
The other two Spirit Race members exchanged looks, hurriedly rose, and took their leave.
They had merely taken the Yan family's money to help out. Now that the situation had changed, it was no longer appropriate for them to remain.
The two quickly departed.
Only the Yan siblings and their close friend Zhou Han remained.
The three looked at one another, and for a time, none of them knew what to do.