Half a month later, Xu Qingtong's cultivation had stabilized. He opened his eyes and looked around, but when he saw neither Du Siwen nor Dongfang Hui, his expression changed.
Xu Qingtong released his divine sense, spreading it through the surrounding area. A moment later, he found Du Siwen and Dongfang Hui in a valley.
Seeing Dongfang Hui holding a bunch of flowers, chatting and laughing with Du Siwen without any sign of injury, he could not help smiling faintly. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settled back into place.
"Senior Sister Dongfang, have your injuries healed?" Xu Qingtong moved, appearing before the two women, and asked with a smile.
At the sight of Xu Qingtong, Dongfang Hui tossed away her flowers and bounded up to him like a little rabbit. She hugged his arm and said happily, "Junior Brother, have you finished cultivating?"
With Dongfang Hui hugging his arm, Xu Qingtong felt the softness of her chest and could not help blushing. "Uh, well, Senior Sister Dongfang, could you let go of me first?" he asked awkwardly.
As he spoke, he glanced at Du Siwen beside them, only to see her shaking her head at him with a solemn expression.
Xu Qingtong gave Du Siwen a puzzled look, not understanding what she meant. He was about to ask when Dongfang Hui said, "Junior Brother, while you've been busy cultivating these past days, Sister Siwen has been keeping me company. Sister Siwen treats me so well. She says I'm her younger sister by blood. Junior Brother, is she really my older sister by blood?"
Hearing this, Xu Qingtong felt even more bewildered. He glanced at Du Siwen again, only to see her nodding repeatedly at him, her eyes rimmed red.
A bad premonition immediately swept over Xu Qingtong.
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