Yu Wan'er looked conflicted, but after only a few breaths of silence, she made her decision and followed closely behind Chu Hongyue, flying high into the sky.
Three incense sticks later.
Shen Luoyan, who was undergoing tribulation transcendence, had already met the second wave of eighteen heavenly lightning bolts.
Chu Hongyue and Yu Wan'er had also climbed several thousand zhang into the sky, reaching a dense bank of clouds dozens of li away.
As far as the eye could see, everything was white. The white sea of clouds surged like waves, forming a stark contrast to the dense black clouds shrouding the heavenly tribulation a hundred li away.
"Martial Aunt Hongyue, is that senior really here? Why can't we see anyone?"
Yu Wan'er's delicate brows knitted tightly, and her breathing grew noticeably labored.
Her injuries had yet to heal, and keeping herself suspended several thousand zhang above the ground placed no small strain on her.
"How strange. That aura was clearly right here just now."
Chu Hongyue narrowed her eyes and cupped her chin, looking equally bewildered.
No sooner had she spoken than a clear, steady voice rang out behind them. "Martial Niece Wan'er, it's been a hundred years. Congratulations on forming your golden core!"
"And Junior Sister Hongyue, it's been several hundred years. I trust you've been well!"
"That voice... Martial Uncle Shi'er?!" Yu Wan'er froze briefly, then swiftly turned toward the voice. Delight spread across her face, and she exclaimed happily, "Wonderful! Wan'er greets Martial Uncle."
As she spoke, she gracefully bowed, looking thoroughly well-behaved.
Seeing a familiar face-and Su Shi'er, who had helped her several times, at that-Yu Wan'er felt completely at ease.
Nothing remained in her heart but boundless joy.
In her eyes, Su Shi'er was someone she could trust absolutely.
Shi'er... Su Shi'er?
*He... had