Noticing the gaze, Yuezheng Yan turned his head to see Yuezheng Mo, who had lost his right arm, turning to leave.
He moved closer to Lu Xingyan, and in a low voice, he shared with Lu Xingyan the scene he had witnessed.
"Sword in the left hand, right arm severed," Lu Xingyan raised an eyebrow. "Do all surnamed Yuezheng have such courage and ruthlessness?"
Yuezheng Yan: "..." I can take your surname.
"Xingyan, you must come and visit the Sword Inquiry Sect when you have time," Ye Zhiwei warmly invited her, with a reluctant look in her eyes. "I need to go into seclusion when I get back this time, and the next time we meet will probably be at the Sect competition for the Disciples of the Four Domains."
"But rest assured, if I leave seclusion early, I will come to find you first."
"Sure," Lu Xingyan nodded in agreement.
Yuezheng Yan focused on the tightly clasped hands of the two and couldn't help being reminded of the scene he saw in the dream.