After Ming Ye opened his eyes, he automatically ignored Wang Yue and instead saw Sang Jiu's soul.
When he realized that Sang Jiu's soul had been restored to wholeness, he said excitedly, "Sang Jiu, you've recovered?"
But Sang Jiu didn't answer his question. Instead, she asked coldly, "Where are my people?"
Seeing that Sang Jiu was angry, Ming Ye hurriedly explained, "After thousands of years of change, humans have often settled around the waters of Mo River. It's no longer suitable for the demon race to live there, so your father and brother moved elsewhere.
"They came back once about seven thousand years ago, but unfortunately, they never heard from you."
Afraid Sang Jiu wouldn't believe him, Ming Ye took out a memory stone. It held a message from the old mussel spirit and Sang You, left for Sang Jiu.
Their message was simple: they had recovered, and Sang Jiu shouldn't do anything foolish but live well.
After seeing what was in the memory stone, Sang Jiu was so moved that tears fell from her eyes. Ming Ye stood there, flustered and at a loss, like a child who'd done something wrong.
Wang Yue marveled at how hard it must have been for someone like Ming Ye to find a partner. He asked helplessly, "Ming Ye, don't you trust me to handle things? How did you end up like this?"
Ming Ye sighed and said helplessly, "After I sent the souls of the Tengshe Tribe's dead on their way, I was already very weak. I knew you were meditating in seclusion at Yu Qing Palace, so I didn't want to disturb you. I could only hold on to dreams of Sang Jiu to get through those endless ten thousand years."
Wang Yue felt a little awkward. He'd just been looking