First Summoner

After a moment, Shen Yan finished listening to what Elder Qi said.

She was slow to recover.

Yueyue left, Zechuan went to the upper realm, Yuchu also left...

Why is she so calm at this moment?

So calm that there wasn't any ripples.

Feng Xingyao held her slender hand and said, "Ayan, there is no banquet that will last forever in life, but as long as you still think about each other, you will meet one day."

Shen Yan came back to her senses, looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and nodded.

She turned over and got out of bed expressionlessly, and said in a calm voice: "Can you accompany me to Qiankun Sect?"

"it is good."

Shen Yan was in a trance until she felt a pair of warm hands on her feet. She came back to her senses and subconsciously lowered her head to look.

Feng Xingyao squatted down and patiently held her pair of white and delicate feet that looked like mutton-fat jade, with a constant flow of heat flowing through his palms. Then, he carefully put on her socks, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of hurting her.

After putting on the socks, he carefully lifted her feet and slowly put them into the shoes.

"Let me do it." She was slightly stunned and leaned over to put on her shoes herself.

"You put your shoes on the wrong way." Feng Xingyao did not let go, but looked up at her. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate deep into her heart and see through all her thoughts and emotions.

Shen Yan's body stiffened slightly, and the hand that had been stretched out stopped in mid-air. She could only let him help her put on her shoes.

Feng Xingyao helped her up.

Then, he put on the coat that had been prepared long ago for Shen Yan.

Feng Xingyao washed his hands, then took her hand and led her to tear through the void, heading towards the Qiankun Sect.

In just a moment, they arrived at Qiankun Sect's Wentian Mountain.

Shen Yan's eyes lit up a little, and she turned her head to Feng Xingyao and said, "Wait for me."

Feng Xingyao looked at her steadily.

"it is good."

He let go of her hand and watched her walk toward the mountain alone. Her steps were firm, but her back looked particularly lonely and desolate.

Feng Xingyao pursed his lips, a look of distress flickering in his dark eyes.

...

Shen Yan pushed the door open and walked in.

With a "creaking" sound, the sound seemed particularly loud in this silent space.

A strong, sickening smell of alcohol hit me in the face, mixed with a dull, oppressive atmosphere that made it almost impossible to breathe.

I saw a red-haired boy slumped in the corner of the room in an unkempt manner, with countless empty wine jugs and bottles scattered all over the ground around him.

Perhaps because he had not been exposed to light for many days, the young man seemed to feel a little uncomfortable at this moment. He frowned slightly and tried hard to open his eyes that had been paralyzed by alcohol for a long time.

When he slowly opened his eyelids, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The boy's consciousness was still shrouded by drunkenness, his mind was in a mess and his thinking became slow.

He smiled, raised his hands and hugged Shen Yan's legs tightly, mumbling incoherently: "Do you have any wine? Any more? Give it to me quickly..."

"No."

The cold voice was like ice hitting his brain, making his consciousness gradually become clearer. He slowly raised his head and his body became stiff.

“Smoke…smoke!”

His throat became hoarse and even his eyes became vague.

Shen Yan gave him a positive answer: "It's me."

Zhuge Youlin suddenly loosened his hand and quickly stood up from the ground. In an instant, bottles and jars collided with each other, making a harsh sound.

Shen Yan looked at his haggard appearance, which was no longer as vigorous as before, and now looked like a pile of mud. She said coldly: "What are you doing?"

"Yan Yan, they..."

Shen Yan remained calm and said in a deep voice, "They left, that's true. But what do you want to do? Do you want to become a drunkard? Or do you want to become a slovenly loser? Are you going to face them with the same attitude you have now when you meet them again in the future?"

After hearing what she said, Zhuge Youlin's eyes turned red.

He looked at Shen Yan's cold face and felt sadder. He thought she was being a little unkind. He said with a mixture of shame and anger, "Shen Yan, the Shura team has completely disbanded. Chi Yue is dead. They all left one by one. We can't go back to the way things were before!"

As he spoke, he could no longer suppress his emotions and suddenly grasped Shen Yan's thin shoulders with both hands. The young man choked with sobs, and tears kept rolling down his red eyes.

"do you know?!"

"Even if we meet again, we won't be eight people anymore!"

The death of Chi Yue was a huge blow to them! It also made them realize that they were like mayflies in the world, completely powerless to resist and unable to stir up any waves.

Zhuge Youlin met her dark eyes, his teeth chattering as he squeezed out words filled with anger and heartache: "Why are you always so calm? Why do you always wrap yourself in a hard shell? You are also a person. You can have emotions and you can cry!"

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that Yanyan was also in pain and sadness, but she never showed it easily.

She always bears everything silently, prioritizes the feelings and emotions of those around her, and puts others first.

Shen Yan stared at him, seeing his tear-stained face, and whispered softly.

"Chi Yue is not dead."

Zhuge Youlin was stunned for a few seconds, then he asked in shock, "Chi Yue is not dead?!"

"Well, he just fell asleep."

Zhuge Youlin was surprised and asked, "Really?"

"real."

"So, we will meet again in the future." Shen Yan said, "still eight people."

The haze that had shrouded him for so many days was instantly dispelled a lot, but he still couldn't cheer up, because the departure of Yueyue and the others was such a huge blow to him.

Shen Yan said: "Don't drink anymore."

Zhuge Youlin: "Okay."

Shen Yan raised her eyes to look at him, "Didn't you scold me just now?"

Zhuge Youlin had just wiped away his tears when he suddenly heard these words, and felt guilty.

"Probably... not."

"It would be better if there weren't any." Shen Yan smiled slightly, "Go and call Chang Ying and Pei Su to my residence."

When Zhuge Youlin heard the last sentence, he breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly agreed and wanted to tell them the news that Chi Yue was not dead.

After the young man hurriedly left, Shen Yan's smile faded.

Her expression darkened.

At this time, a person appeared outside the door.

It was Elder Qi.

She seemed to have noticed something and slowly raised her eyes to look over, meeting Elder Qi's gaze.

"Master." Her throat choked slightly.

Elder Qi's face had also become more vicissitudes. He said seriously, "Yan'er, let me talk to you about Yuchu."