After leaving Feng Xi's cave abode, Xiao Yu did not linger nearby. He immediately activated his escape technique and streaked into the distance as a beam of golden light, swift as the wind and lightning.
Two months later, Xiao Yu arrived at the deserted island where he had left Wen Siyue.
Rumble! He cleaved open the cave abode's entrance with a single sword strike, startling Wen Siyue inside into a nervous shout.
"Who's there?"
"It's me!" Xiao Yu stepped into the cave abode and looked at her with a smile.
"Y-young master?" Wen Siyue scarcely dared to recognize him. Xiao Yu had reverted to his original appearance, but his voice was unmistakably the one she had heard during their last conversation.
"What? You don't recognize me just because I changed my appearance?" Xiao Yu chuckled.
"Young master! It really is you! You've finally come back!" Once Wen Siyue was certain, joy flooded her heart, and she flew into Xiao Yu's arms like a fragrant breeze.
"I was so afraid you would never come back, young master. So afraid..." Wen Siyue clung tightly to Xiao Yu, still finding it hard to believe this was real.
"Don't be afraid. I've finished my business. I'm taking you away now!" Xiao Yu patted her shoulder.
"Yes, yes!" Wen Siyue nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at grain.
"Ah! You... young master, your cultivation..."
Only then did Wen Siyue notice something different about Xiao Yu's cultivation. He felt far more powerful than he had over half a year ago, and a certain possibility sprang to mind that left her utterly stunned.
"That's right. I'm a Nascent Soul cultivator! I concealed my cultivation before, but now that my business is finished, there's no need to do that anymore." Xiao Yu smiled and stroked Wen Siyue's head.