Yu Lian silently mourned the soldiers of the Magus fleet for three seconds, sincerely hoping they would be treated well on the other side by the Spirit of the Universe. At the same time, he gave the rebel leader on the screen another once-over, then said solemnly, "Beryliu!"
"Your student is here." The young man from the Franmore family replied solemnly, just as he had at the Ares Festival all those years ago.
Yu Lian's mouth twitched involuntarily.
He knew the young man genuinely considered himself one of his followers and disciples, but hearing him call himself a "student" inevitably reminded Yu Lian of that holy lance sister with the mercury dick.
He struggled to maintain his outwardly stern expression. "Your brother Herito is still alive. He's become a guest—more like a prisoner—of the Society for Spiritual Studies, and he's working with my senior apprentice to research the dialectical relationship between the Imaginary Realm and the treasure world of Qiongjie. It's important research that will expand the boundaries of mysticism!"
The rebel leader hadn't expected to hear his brother's name here. He stared blankly for a moment, then took a while to understand what Yu Lian meant. His face lit up with joy. "Then I have nothing left to worry about. I'll be able to travel light from now on."
It sounded like the two brothers had a pretty good relationship. They hadn't become mortal enemies just because one was an imperial civil servant and the other a rebel.
Thinking about it carefully, Yu Lian had never heard Herito say a bad word about his younger brother.
If Yu Lian hadn't gotten involved, they might have been a pair of inspiring young men, brothers who respected and supported each other. Decades later, "Hewen" might even have made its way into