Qin Wushuang.
Ye Yu had never expected to run into Qin Wushuang on Dry Moon Island.
Moreover, Qin Wushuang had shed the dejection he had worn when he left. His face was glowing with health, and his cultivation had already reached Spirit Transformation Mid-stage.
That was already an enormous leap, considering Qin Wushuang's age.
Qin Wushuang soon noticed Ye Yu as well. A trace of awkwardness crossed his face, but he quickly smiled and walked up to Ye Yu. "Xiaoyu, what brings you to Dry Moon Island? Are you headed for Yaochi?"
Ye Yu frowned and shook his head. "I'm planning to go to Central Continent. As for Yaochi?"
Feng Qiwen explained from the side, "Yaochi is one of Central Continent's sacred lands. It is no weaker than the Four Great Families."
Seeing that Ye Yu seemed not to know about Yaochi, Qin Wushuang let out a long breath, visibly relaxing. He then pulled Ye Yu into a teahouse and warmly exchanged pleasantries with him.
"Xiaoyu, meeting an old friend in a foreign land—we really are fated," Qin Wushuang said with a smile.
Ye Yu nodded and smiled. "Uncle seems to be in a good mood."
At the address "Uncle," Qin Wushuang's expression changed slightly. Then he sighed. "I've thought things through regarding Great Qin. I don't blame you. Only after stepping out did I realize how vast the Divine Continent truly is. Guarding a single Great Qin Dynasty was, in truth, like looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."
Ye Yu looked deeply at Qin Wushuang before him. The Qin Wushuang who had resolutely left for Great Qin, the one who had wholeheartedly wanted to protect the territory left behind by his ancestors, was gone.
"It seems Uncle has been doing quite well here," Ye Yu