A white cloud flew slowly and leisurely towards An He City.
On top of the cloud, You Jin stood gingerly behind Wu Qi with his body bent slightly. He had been staring at Wu Qi for some while, and finally, he could no longer hold back the question that kept troubling his mind. Lowering his voice, he asked carefully, "Senior, do we just let the matter go like this?"
Wu Qi was absorbed in a deep thought with his eyes narrowed. He was thinking about something that happened a long time ago. It seemed there was a patch of black soil in front of his eyes; a large, warm palm was grabbing his hand, and another fair, weak hand was messing his hair. When was that? And what was the creature he was fighting during that time?
You Jin's voice pulled him out of the deep thought. Reflexively, Wu Qi asked, "En? What matter?"
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