After their brief contact, how could Su Shi'er not know what Bai Zhuling had been thinking?
Especially since, before they parted ways back then, he had intended to take both siblings as disciples, only for Bai Zhuling to refuse. What that meant went without saying.
Yet Su Shi'er had spent his entire life cultivating bitterly, with all his attention focused on cultivation and raising his own strength.
Romantic entanglements between men and women had never been among his considerations.
Not to mention that there had been an endless gulf of years between him and Bai Zhuling.
He had thought that, after their separation, Bai Zhuling would gradually forget him as time passed.
Yet when he returned to the Night Clan, what he heard was the terrible news that the young girl from those days had perished.
Su Shi'er was a cultivator, one accustomed to life and death, but he was not utterly devoid of feeling or loyalty.
Faced with such a scene, how could he possibly remain unmoved?
Images of his time with Bai Zhuling quietly surfaced in his mind. In a daze, he seemed to see that nimble yet somewhat stubborn little girl walking toward him once more.
After a long while, Su Shi'er let out a deep sigh and carefully hung the sachet at his waist.
Once he had done so, the expression on his face returned to calm.
At his side, Ban Fenghe finally stepped forward upon seeing this.
"Senior, now that you have come to the Night Clan again, may I ask... what brings you here?"
As she spoke, Ban Fenghe's gaze swept over Xiao Wujian and the others who had arrived alongside Su Shi'er.
A trace of wariness and vigilance still lingered in her heart.
Recognizing Su Shi'er's identity was certainly cause for joy. But