Soon, Yun Ying's internal injuries had healed completely. Her broken bones swiftly knitted together, and her body glowed, fair as jade.
"Little Ying!" As soon as Yun Ying rose, someone threw herself into her arms.
Yun Ying gently patted Yun Xi's back. "Don't worry. I'm fine now."
"Mm," Yun Xi answered. Seeing Yun Ying and Elder Hua put her at ease.
"Oh, Little Ying, this is... Mo Xi. He saved me and helped me escape our pursuers. If not for him, I would have met with disaster," Yun Xi said, leading Yun Ying over to the young man.
Yun Ying studied the young man before her. He looked seventeen or eighteen and had an extraordinary bearing, but she soon raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure your name is Mo Xi...?"
Meeting Yun Ying's gaze, the young man felt as though he had been exposed. Her question, in particular, made it clear that she already knew something.
"Yes, my name is Mo Xi," he answered, steeling himself. He suspected that Yun Ying had already recognized him.
Yun Ying looked him over a few times and nodded, then made a seemingly inexplicable remark. "As long as it isn't Mo Ying."
"Ahem, ahem..."
At those words, he coughed several times. The mystery was solved: Yun Ying had definitely recognized him, though he had no idea how.
This young man was none other than Shi Hao, who was rumored to have died in the Lower Realm. At some unknown point, he had come to the Upper Realm and even appeared in the Blood-Colored Plains.
He must have discovered Yun Xi's true identity before helping her. Otherwise, what stranger would go to such lengths?
Yun Ying had all but recognized him at first sight. That was why she had relaxed and asked no further questions.