"What? You don't even recognize me anymore?"
Ye Lin looked at the two in the distance with a half-smile. With a flick of his finger, the Long Swords all around let out mournful cries, and countless swords tumbled into the sea of clouds.
"Mas... Master?"
Upon seeing Ye Lin's face, Ye Buqu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Even Toutian stared at Ye Lin with a stunned expression.
What a familiar face.
"Your disciple Ye Buqu pays respects to Master."
After truly confirming Ye Lin's identity, Ye Buqu immediately clasped his fists and dropped to his knees.
Toutian, meanwhile, rose to his feet in shock.
It was confirmed. This guy was Ye Lin.
"So you still recognize me."
Carrying Luo Yao, Ye Lin descended onto the land and looked at the kneeling Ye Buqu with a soft laugh.
"This disciple will never forget Master for the rest of his life."
Ye Buqu spoke with a solemn expression.
In this life, no matter whom he forgot, he would never forget Ye Lin.
If not for Ye Lin, he might have already passed through several thousand reincarnations by now.
It was Ye Lin who had pulled him out of the mire.
"First level of the Golden Immortal Realm. Not bad cultivation."
"Rise."
With a sweep of Ye Lin's sleeve, Ye Buqu's body slowly rose.
He stared curiously at Luo Yao in Ye Lin's arms.
"Master, is this your daughter?"
After a moment of silence, Ye Buqu asked tentatively.
"No. She is my younger sister."
Ye Lin smiled and set Luo Yao down on the ground.
"So that's how it is. What should I call Master's younger sister? I should call her little sister too."
Ye Buqu scratched his head and crouched before Luo Yao, looking at the exquisitely carved little girl before him.