"Miss, it's so scary, so scary. Everyone is dead. I carried Xiaochi on my back and wanted to get to you as soon as possible, but the road was so long that I couldn't get there. I was so worried about you, but also so desperate... I thought I was dead and could never go back to you..."
Qingluan cried very sadly, with the bitterness and grievance of venting despair. Xiyue raised her head somewhat stiffly, patted her shaking back gently, and said nothing.
Xi Jia and others also wiped away their tears again and again. The scene before their heroic death seemed to be still before their eyes. They had already prepared for the sacrifice, but unexpectedly, they survived.
It’s really great that they can still be with the young lady.
"Chirp, chirp~ It's so noisy. Stop crying. I'm tired of hearing it. Do you know how much you paid for Xiyue's resurrection? She has been exhausted from working all day and all night. Why don't you let her rest for a while?"
"What?!" Xi Jia and the others suddenly came to their senses, not caring about their sadness anymore, and looked at Xi Yue nervously, "Miss, you...what price did you pay?"
"Miss, are you okay?"
Xi Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't listen to what that stupid bird says, look at me, I'm fine now, right?"
The little red bird had already come out of the space, flapping its wings and chirping in protest, but after being glared at by Xi Yue, it snorted twice and stopped talking.
Qingluan looked around and asked, "Miss, where is this place? Where is the master? Did the master come to you and save you later?"
Qingluan's simple words made Xiyue's face turn pale in an instant.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came to their mind.
Xi Yue took a deep breath, but quickly regained her composure and said calmly: "This is not Miluo Continent, but Siam Continent... It has been ten years since the war..."
Ignoring Qingluan and Xijia's shocked expressions, Xi Yue simply recounted what happened on the top of Cangshan Mountain, including how she came to Siam, and how she accidentally returned to the Savage Continent and learned that the power of Buddha could resurrect them.
Xi Yue's tone was very calm, and there wasn't much sadness in her eyes, but Qing Luan burst into tears when she heard it.
She was not only crying for Nangong Yu's death and the disappearance of Qinglong and other friends, but she was even more distressed for the girl in front of her.
Xi Yue is actually only in her teens, which is such a young age in the world of cultivation.
But her young lady had to bear so much sorrow, even losing her newlywed husband. She came here alone in agony and loneliness, with her only belief being to revive them.
Whenever Qingluan thought of a young lady like this, his heart ached as if it was about to break.
Xi Jia and the others had a very simple mindset. Without saying a word, they knelt down one by one in a row.
There was no need to swear allegiance or express gratitude. This girl had long become their only faith and the purpose of their existence.
Although she was the high and mighty master, she was willing to give up everything to revive them. She even learned from the little red bird that she almost died.
Being able to meet such a master is the accumulated luck of several lifetimes.
After getting rid of the emotion of reuniting after a long separation, Xi Yue quickly returned to normal. She looked at the few people and asked, "How is your cultivation now?" (To be continued)