As Lu Feng approached, everyone's gazes could not help but converge on Yang Jie.
Just as they were all wondering what Lu Feng intended to do, they saw him kneel directly before Yang Jie and solemnly bow his head to the ground.
"Teacher—I'm back."
Lu Feng's voice caught in his throat. Though a thousand words crowded his heart, by the time they reached his lips, only the words "I'm back" remained.
His face was heavy with guilt. He was ashamed that he had returned too late. Had he come back sooner, Old Yang would not have had to be troubled by a thorn like Qin Daojun.
"Good child." Yang Jie hurriedly bent down and helped Lu Feng up. Her wrinkled hands tightly supported his arms, while her moist, reddened eyes brimmed with a kindly smile. "Being alive is better than anything."
Only then did she finally understand why Old Book had been so mysterious whenever he returned recently. He had said that an earth-shattering surprise would soon be brought to her, yet when pressed, he had merely grinned foolishly and refused to reveal a word. So this was the surprise.
It truly was greater than the heavens, surpassing everything in the world.
Hearing the word "alive," Lu Feng became even more certain that Yang Jie had recognized him. His eyes instantly welled up, crystalline tears shimmering within them.
Chen Chuanling was likewise startled by the word "alive." Her face was written all over with disbelief, and her entire body seemed to stiffen as she murmured absentmindedly, "Could he be...?"
Someone linked to the word "alive," skilled in swordplay, and a disciple of Old Yang—there seemed to be only one figure she could think of.
But... could someone who had detonated all seven souls truly still be alive?
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