The moment Tong Qi arrived, he could not help pouring out his grievances.
"The hallucinogenic mist released by Tang Wuchen's Command Token was far too powerful. The transition was practically seamless, and I almost couldn't recover inside the illusion.
If I hadn't known perfectly well that my master couldn't contact my senior brother at all, I would have believed it was real."
Especially since the senior brother in the illusion was every bit as gentle and accepting as the one in his memories.
For some reason, however, Tong Qi did not say that last part aloud.
Only an uncontrollable longing lingered in his eyes.
Su Jiu naturally knew that Luo Cang had another senior disciple. Although she had known of his existence in her past life, she had never met him.
She only knew that this senior brother's Soul Lamp had still been burning before she died.
In other words, nothing would happen to him over the next few decades.
While Tong Qi was still pouring out his grievances to the other fellow disciples, she received a voice transmission from Yun Huanling, who stood not far away.
"A Jiu, my match is this afternoon. Do you want to come watch?"
"Which arena?"
"Number seven."
Su Jiu gave Yun Huanling, who was acting like a furtive thief, a look that was hard to describe. "Honestly, I don't think you need to act like this."
"It's for my own safety."
The corner of Su Jiu's mouth twitched. She had no idea whose tastes were so peculiar that they would actually fall for someone with Yun Huanling's personality.
In her opinion, never mind the likes of Xia Jue, Ning Fan, or Feng Qi-even falling for Jin Chen or Tong Qi would be more sensible than falling for Yun Huanling.
*Forget it. Let him