"Young Master!"
The moment she entered the medicine refining room in the back-hall, Lu-er could not hold back anymore and dove right into Ye Yuan's embrace. She then started sobbing loudly.
Ye Yuan consoled carefully, his heart also filled with a thousand regrets.
To other martial artists, a thousand years was very short.
But to Ye Yuan and Lu-er, a thousand years was far too long!
Ye Yuan walking all the way from the State of Qin, the one who accompanied him the longest was Lu-er.
The two of them were known as master and servant, but actually, even Ye Yuan himself also could not tell the two of their feelings anymore.
A thousand years was seemingly as long as seas changing into mulberry fields and mulberry fields into seas to them.
"Alright, don't cry, don't cry. Young Master came to fetch you home!" Ye Yuan patted Lu-er's back lightly and said akin to being relieved of a heavy burden.