"What's past is past. He should be cultivating in the inner sect now. With the Divine Sword Sect boasting countless disciples, it's likely that our little brother has long been buried among numerous prodigies. To inquire about him among so many disciples is no easy task."
The young man finished speaking, and the other two agreed in unison, with Qing'Er also nodding in approval.
Though everyone is in the same sect now, the Divine Sword Sect is vast, and many people may go their entire lives without hearing each other's names, let alone meeting.
However, just when Qing'Er felt an inexplicable sense of loss, she inadvertently looked up and suddenly saw two figures slowly approaching.
"Ye... Ye Xiaofan?"
Qing'Er exclaimed in surprise, immediately running up with joy. In a strange sect, seeing a familiar face often brings a sense of warmth and familiarity.
The three youths looked towards the source of her voice, exchanging glances and appearing slightly stunned.
