Chapter 527: What Are You Doing Here?
Han Jing stumbled and got up, feeling too embarrassed to look at Su Yu, and even less inclined to stay here. She hurriedly lowered her head, apologized to Master Dai Yi, and slipped away.
Master Dai Yi didn’t get a good look at his appearance from start to finish, and by the time he realized something was odd, the person was long gone. The martial arts competition was still going on, and the person had already left?
Before Master Dai Yi could feel more depressed, he turned his head and found that Su Yu was also missing.
Han Jing slipped out of Weng Mountain without even changing her clothes. She was really too childish today, how could she have thought of such a foolish method?
However, at least she got to see him.
Yesterday, she didn’t dare to look at him for more than a glance. Today, having bumped into him, she realized he had lost so much weight. Wearing a loose robe, from the outside, he seemed only a bit colder. But at that moment, she sensed that he was almost skin and bones.
How has he been living these past few years?
A living, breathing person suddenly lost all memories and had no feelings for anything familiar. How did he get through such blank days?
Even though she always subconsciously tried not to think about him, over the years, she still heard some news about him. Half a year after they arrived at the Ghost Realm, he reappeared in the world, assuming the position of Sect Leader of the Spirit Flame Sect.
For the years that followed, he kept a low profile, appearing in public very rarely.
Even though they initially heard news about him at Beihan Palace, it was said that after he returned to the Spirit Flame Sect, Han Qingjue tried to visit multiple times but was always refused, with no regard for the life-saving grace.
Then they heard that the Palace Master of Beihan Palace, Han Litong, was severely injured due to the loss of the Beiming Pearl and transferred her position to Han Qingjue, after which she disappeared.
Another unsettling piece of news was that they hadn’t heard a single word about Yun Feng since. The Ghost Ancestor tried to find out from Beihan Palace but to no avail.
These were all the things she had come to know over the years.
A pitifully small amount.
Han Jing squatted at a fork in the road at the foot of Weng Mountain, thinking about the events of these past years, and suddenly felt that they couldn’t remain silent like this anymore.
They surely were no match for Xia Ji now, but focusing only on cultivation, ignoring the outside world, meant catching up to Xia Ji would not be something achievable in just a year or two. Some have cultivated for centuries without breaking through the Purple Flame Level, not to mention that, according to the Ghost Ancestor’s guess, Xia Ji might even be a master at the White Flame Level.
The gap between them is likely insurmountable in the short term.
She had to do something.
Han Jing casually broke off a branch and started drawing circles on the ground.
After drawing for a long time, she suddenly felt a presence beside her. She looked up abruptly to meet Su Yu’s cold eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt an inexplicable urge to escape.
Because she had nothing to explain to him, and if he asked why she was here, she had no idea how to answer.
And just as she feared, it happened.
Before she could make a move, she heard that familiar, clear voice beside her ear, "What are you doing here?"