"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. I received word from my foster father that Feng Ye and Zhao Yang are coming. It's been years since they last saw you, and they'd like to meet you," Guan Xilin said.
"Oh? Both of them?" Feng Jiu paused slightly, then smiled. "Come to think of it, it has indeed been many years since I last saw either of them."
Feng Ye, her Little Uncle—after all this time, he'd likely blossomed into a dashing young man.
"How exciting! After so many years, I wonder what Feng Ye looks like now?" She smiled softly, glancing at Guan Xilin and asking, "I suppose they're no longer with their master?"
"No, these past two years they've been traveling far and wide. "Because of you, few dare take them as disciples. Plus, both possess extraordinary talent. In a few more years, they'll likely catch up to us."
