Surprise!
Hearing this, Ye Ming clearly understood Fang Junxue's meaning. Their gazes shifted, and three figures appeared in their field of vision.
Two women and one man!
One of the women was a noble lady, dressed in a light blue palace gown with her long hair tied up high. Although time had left its mark on her face, her delicate features still revealed the grace of her youth.
It was Li Zhirou.
Beside her stood a woman in her early twenties, clad in a white dress. She was bare-faced and wore no makeup, giving her an air of natural perfection. It seemed any adornment on her would be superfluous.
Her features, every angle, appeared blessed by heaven, meticulously sculpted to unparalleled beauty.
Yet, this was not the most striking aspect of this woman.
What was even more breathtaking was the faint, tranquil aura she exuded. It was ethereal, yet it could clearly be felt as a balm to the soul.
Even the burdens and troubles brought by the passage of time could be washed away in this moment.
Those who knew this extraordinary woman gave her a special title:
Time Walker!
And she herself referred to herself as "Time Girl."
Mo Zhaoge!
She had also arrived.
"Sister Zhirou!"
Fang Junxue walked forward with a smile. She had a special bond with this sister with whom she had fought alongside to conquer the Siming Clan of the capital. From the moment they met, they felt as though they had known each other for ages.
However, this address…
It was somewhat out of order for their generational hierarchy!
But everyone had their own way of addressing each other, so it didn't cause much trouble.
"Junxue! Young Master Ye!"
Li Zhirou looked at them, her eyes sparkling, a gentle smile gracing her face.
"Ye Ming, long time no see!"
Mo Zhaoge appraised Ye Ming from head to toe, saying with a smile.
It was worth noting that at this moment, Mo Zhaoge wore a silver necklace around her neck, embedded with a deep blue gem that emitted a faint blue glow.
Ye Ming noticed it immediately, and all the scenes from their first meeting flashed in his mind.
That guardian necklace was the one he had given Mo Zhaoge to protect her.
At that time, Mo Zhaoge had playfully called it a token of love and had reciprocated by gifting Ye Ming a "red bomb."
In reality, it was just a common anti-wolf device used by women.
Recalling these events, Ye Ming couldn't help but shake his head and smile, "Zhaoge, have you finished drawing the perfect period you wanted to leave?"
The period!
That was why Mo Zhaoge hadn't immediately joined Ye Ming's side back then.
Because Mo Zhaoge wanted to draw a perfect period to her ordinary life.
"More or less!"
Mo Zhaoge winked, giving an ambiguous answer.
"Hahaha! Then I'll take that to mean you've finished."
Saying this, Ye Ming extended his right hand and said earnestly, "Welcome to join us!"
Mo Zhaoge naturally took his hand and smiled with relief, "I've come to fulfill my promise!"
Fang Junxue looked at Mo Zhaoge, a smile of relief also appearing on her lips. With her joining, their side had gained another powerful general.
A Time Spirit!
Just in terms of rank, she was far superior to her own "Ice Spirit."
However, the young man behind Li Zhirou seemed to lose his composure when he saw Mo Zhaoge's jade hand being held by Ye Ming.
His gaze towards Ye Ming was filled with anger.
This wasn't jealousy over Mo Zhaoge, but rather like seeing someone he revered being desecrated.
This young man was none other than Zhong Wunian.
He claimed to be a devotee of Mo Zhaoge.
"En!"
Sensing this gaze of hostility, Ye Ming looked in its direction and met Zhong Wunian's eyes.
Ye Ming was taken aback for a moment, then a playful smile appeared on his face.
He still hadn't let go of Mo Zhaoge's hand, holding it tightly, giving the other party a look. Though she didn't know what he was planning, Mo Zhaoge didn't resist.
After all, they had held hands for a whole journey when they first met due to various reasons, all the way until they entered Provincial Capital University, which had even caused the sensational incident of "Teacher Ye's infidelity."
Thus, Ye Ming, holding Mo Zhaoge's hand, walked towards Zhong Wunian.
Fang Junxue and Li Zhirou exchanged glances. The former shook her head, indicating there was no need to worry.
Li Zhirou, despite having many questions in her heart, wasn't worried about Ye Ming harming Zhong Wunian.
On the contrary, she had brought Zhong Wunian to see Ye Ming today precisely to understand what had happened to her son.
Why was he so devoted to Mo Zhaoge?
"You're very angry!"
Ye Ming smiled as he looked at Zhong Wunian, raising their clasped hands as if in provocation.
Zhong Wunian remained silent, but the anger in his pupils intensified. His clenched fists even made the sound of bones grinding.
He was suppressing his rage.
"Interesting!"
Ye Ming secretly transmitted a message to Mo Zhaoge, "Zhaoge, please forgive me!"
Mo Zhaoge nodded slightly, seemingly understanding what he was about to do.
As expected, Ye Ming let go of her hand and instead put his arm around her waist, pulling gently. The two of them were almost pressed against each other.
On the surface, Mo Zhaoge showed no outward reaction, but her body tensed up. Especially feeling Ye Ming's strong masculine aura, her pretty face couldn't help but blush.
Compared to Mo Zhaoge, Ye Ming was completely unfazed by how wonderful the sensation in his hand was at this moment. All his attention was focused on Zhong Wunian.
"This…"
Seeing this intimate gesture, Li Zhirou was startled. Even Fang Junxue was momentarily taken aback.
However, she seemed to have guessed Ye Ming's intention.
He was deliberately provoking Zhong Wunian.
"Could it be…"
Fang Junxue's beautiful eyes widened, and she took a deep look at the rapidly escalating Zhong Wunian:
"So that's how it is."
At this moment, Zhong Wunian's chest trembled violently, bloodshot veins appeared in his pupils, and he stared fixedly at Ye Ming, emitting a terrifying aura.
Peak Rongwu Realm.
This was Zhong Wunian's current cultivation level.
"Let… go… of… her!"
Zhong Wunian growled like a beast, his voice somewhat hoarse. But every word carried an intense sense of oppression.
"As expected!"
Seeing this, Ye Ming's conjecture was confirmed.
However, looking at Zhong Wunian before him, Ye Ming narrowed his eyes, a rather wild idea suddenly forming in his mind.
At this moment, Ye Ming transmitted another message to Mo Zhaoge:
"Zhaoge, our act might need to be a bit more… extreme!"
"???" Mo Zhaoge.