Before he could speak, Hou Sihai swiftly formed hand seals with both hands, driving his incantation. True Yuan containing mysterious power rippled outward, transforming into streams of gold and silver that surged through the cave.
When the currents reached the cave entrance, they immediately suppressed the faint golden and silver glow completely.
The passage at the cave entrance opened, and Hou Sihai's voice rang out. "Fellow Daoist Han, several decades have passed in the blink of an eye. You and your junior brother Su Shi'er truly made this old man search long and hard!"
Though he did not expose Su Shi'er's true identity, Hou Sihai's tone was somewhat complicated—three parts teasing, three parts surprise, and several parts anticipation.
Su Shi'er raised an eyebrow. The flying sword beneath his feet moved again, carrying him into the cave and bringing him before Hou Sihai in the flick of a finger.
"Martial uncle Han!" Yi Chunqiu's spirits lifted at the sight of Su Shi'er. He hurried forward with a smile and greeted him respectfully.
Su Shi'er nodded slightly and waved a hand, signaling Yi Chunqiu not to stand on ceremony.
If their earlier encounter had merely been a chance meeting, then at this moment, he was exceptionally pleased with this martial nephew.
His gaze then fell on Hou Sihai. Two strange glints flashed through his eyes as he marveled at the drastic change in Hou Sihai's mental state.
He promptly asked, "May I ask, Senior, why were you looking for me?"
No sooner had he spoken than Hou Sihai sprang to his feet. His blazing gaze fixed on Su Shi'er, and the veins bulging unconsciously on the back of his hand were enough to reveal the urgency and complexity of his feelings.
"Leng... where is Leng Yan?"
"Hm? Senior Leng? This..."
Su Shi'er