Lang Xuan sat down, his body still trembling slightly, his fingertips tingling as if electric currents coursed through them, causing his heart to twitch.
Even after confirming that Si Fuqing was indeed his Little Junior Sister, he still struggled to believe that someone who was supposed to be dead could come back to life.
Perhaps some extraordinarily powerful Master of Yin-Yang possessed the ability to bring people back from the dead, but four years ago, during that explosion, even the Old Five and their master had determined that Little Nine had no chance of survival.
What was going on?
But those questions didn't matter anymore; what mattered was that his Little Junior Sister was alive, and that was enough.
Lang Xuan let out a slow breath and waited quietly.
**
At that moment, Si Fuqing had just crawled off the sofa.