She returned to the room, looked at Ji Jue standing by the bed, and said softly, "Why didn't you come out and say hello to them just now?"

Ji Jue didn't answer. He reached out and took off the mask on his face, his head half lowered.

Yu Shu walked over and looked at Ji Jue, "You know Zong Xiao's master?"

There was a sudden sourness in Ji's determination, a glint of water flashed in his eyes, his hand hanging by his side trembled slightly, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Yu Shu."

"My Cangxuan Sword was made by him."

Although Yu Shu had already guessed it, when she heard Ji Jue say it herself, her heart trembled uncontrollably.

Her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

In the face of real pain, nothing can be said.

Yu Shu walked up, hugged Ji Jue gently, put her hand on Ji Jue's back, and patted her gently.

Ji Jue closed his eyes sadly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, and his arms around Yu Shu gradually tightened.

"We haven't seen each other since that battle nine hundred years ago..."

"Yushu, he shouldn't have ended up like this."

Ji Jue suppressed her cries and spoke intermittently about the pain in her heart.


Chapter completed!