Foolish child.

When that sigh entered the blurred silhouette’s ears, it went off like a crack of lightning.

The illusory figure shook, then stared intently at Su Yi. The emotions long welled up deep within his heart burst forth, like floodwaters breaking through a dam. He couldn’t help but blurt, “Ma-... Master!?”

His voice contained irrepressible excitement, bewilderment, delight, and disbelief; it seemed he dared not believe this was real.

Su Yi silently took a deep breath to repress his overwhelming emotions. On the outside, he snorted coldly. “Little turtle, you’re increasingly disappointing. If I hadn’t shown up tonight, I’m afraid those three little ants would have killed you.”

Despite this rebuke, the blurry figure grinned. He was incoherent with excitement. “Master! It really is you. I just knew you wouldn’t die like… Waah! This is great! This is so great…!”

All that remained of him was his soul, and he was severely injured and on the verge of death. Despite this, he seemed thrilled, as if he’d forgotten everything else in his excitement.

When he saw this, Su Yi’s heart churned with emotion, and despite himself, his gaze softened. “Enough. Wait until I’ve gotten even for you. Then, we’ll find a place to have...