There Is Hope

Yet just as the two were talking, a rough shout rang out—

"Girl!"

Yuan En Yehui paused and looked up, only to see a burly man—Er Ming—striding toward her.

"Come, let me have a look at you." Er Ming wore an excited smile as he beckoned to her.

Yuan En Yehui froze slightly, then looked toward Wu Yang Jin. The latter wore a helpless expression, as though he had long expected this to happen.

I told him long ago to be a little more composed. Wu Yang Jin thought.

"Were you calling me?" Yuan En Yehui looked back at the burly man and frowned.

"Yes, yes, yes! And that punch just now—good, very good!"

The burly man burst into laughter and raised a hand to pat Yuan En Yehui on the shoulder.

Yuan En Yehui's body stiffened slightly. She raised her left hand, intending to block his palm.

Yet when their arms collided, she could clearly feel that his strength was unfathomable, like a towering mountain bearing down on her, making it difficult for her to resist.

"Don't be nervous. We're on the same side, on the same side. Wu Yang Jin and Tang Wulin brought me here! Come on, let's talk inside!" Er Ming rubbed his head, his face full of excitement.

"I don't remember having an elder like you." Yuan En Yehui frowned at him.

"You know now, don't you? You're quite impressive, girl. I'm very satisfied! Having a descendant like you is truly a joyful thing!" Er Ming chuckled.

Yuan En Yehui looked utterly confused, while Wu Yang Jin let out a soft sigh, the corner of his mouth twitching.

*Just as expected, all those words were for nothing. Still, it's normal for him to be this excited, right? At least he still called me Wu Yang