Three days later.
Luo Ning, who had once been overjoyed at the thought of her rebirth, now found her spirits plunging again.
During this time,
she visited the Ye family, only to find that Ye Chuang and Lü Hongying seemed to have amnesia—they claimed they never had a son and did not know who Ye Yu was.
And it wasn’t only them; it seemed all the demons of Liangxin Workshop and Yingning Mountain had lost their memories of Ye Yu.
All recollections of Ye Yu in their minds had been erased.
Was it a dream?
No, it wasn’t.
When Luo Ning returned to Ba’an Sea and mentioned her father’s death, Qing Rui was utterly shocked.
She couldn’t understand why this matter had never been mentioned before, yet her daughter knew about it.
Because of this,
Luo Ning firmly believed Ye Yu was not a dream but had truly existed.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t know any of these things.
But where exactly was Ye Yu?
Luo Ning came once again to the edge of Ba’an Sea and looked up at the sky.
Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Realm,
inside Wu Wei Tower, Ye Yu pinched his brow with one hand.
He had felt uneasy since the dream ended without giving Luo Ning any guidance.
Truth be told, Luo Ning, this little stammerer, was normally mild in character,
but Ye Yu knew well that she was the typical kind who was gentle outside but firm inside.
Once she made up her mind, she never changed it.
If she woke from the dream and could not find him, heaven only knew what crazy things she might do.
So how could he let Luo Ning know he was in the Heavenly Realm?
This problem was truly a headache.
Ye Yu sighed and began to close his eyes to rest.
At that moment, a pair of gentle hands rested on his head.
The softness brought an inexplicable sense of comfort.
Cool to the touch—was it Xin Wan’en?
It must be; only ghosts felt like this.
No guesswork needed!
Ye Yu didn’t open his eyes but gently held her hand.
“Thank you, my lady.”
For some reason, after saying this,
he clearly felt her hands tremble slightly.
What’s this? Not used to being called that?
It shouldn’t be—he’d called her that many times in the Underworld.
“Junior brother, let me do it?”
Wei Aoshu’s voice sounded nearby.
Ye Yu turned and saw his senior sister approaching with a tray of spirit fruits.
She had swapped her usual gray robe for an elegant white gauze dress,
looking very different from usual.
Ye Yu softly said, “Senior sister, you look really beautiful today.”
“Don’t tease me,”
Wei Aoshu’s figure trembled, but the smile on her lips was impossible to suppress.
She came forward and set down the °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° spirit fruits.
Again she said, “Let me help you with a massage? I know a little about the art of massage.”
Ye Yu shook his head slightly. “No need to trouble you with such things. Your priority should be to focus on cultivation.”
Wei Aoshu’s bright eyes dimmed.
To avoid Ye Yu noticing, she immediately lowered her head.
When she raised it again, she tried her best to return to her usual expression.
“All right, junior brother.”
Wei Aoshu turned and left, her steps no longer light as before.
This made Ye Yu somewhat puzzled.
Why suddenly did senior sister seem unhappy for no reason?
“My lady, what do you think is wrong with senior sister Wei?”
Ye Yu casually asked, but no reply came.
So he looked up.
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