Brother Ye

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Zhu Qian did not rush forward. Instead, he stopped.

For he had already spotted the two figures in the sky. One of them was pale-faced, seated cross-legged in midair. The man with his beard and hair standing upright and his brows tilted arrogantly—was that not the Yang Family Ancestor? Zhu Qian's heart suddenly pounded violently as he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Zhu Qian looked at the unresponsive Yang Family Ancestor, then shifted his gaze to the other person.

His fair, clean face possessed the charm of a handsome man. His long black hair spilled down his back, with strands falling naturally beside his temples. Ten slender fingers, white as jade, gently brushed the ancient jade zither before him. His long black hair danced in the wind, making him seem ethereal and detached from the mortal world, like an immortal who did not partake of earthly smoke and fire.

Zhu Qian naturally knew that this person could not possibly be as he appeared on the surface. Beneath that dazzling exterior, his inner heart might well have been an entirely different scene. He did not speak, instead following the handsome man's gaze toward where the spiritual energy vortex converged.

That familiar sensation from before had grown even stronger.

Zhu Qian narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the figure within the spiritual energy vortex, completely obscured beneath starlight. His gaze gradually became fervent.

"Brother Ye!" Zhu Qian nearly cried out in delight.

At that moment, the handsome man standing in the air suddenly stopped moving his hands. His gaze instantly turned incomparably sharp as it swept toward Ye Tian within the spiritual energy vortex. Zhu Qian immediately held his breath, his brows tightly furrowed.

What was he going to do?

As Zhu Qian watched the