Ye Wushuang stood quietly, unconcerned by the strange looks from the crowd of disciples.
The two women felt the prickle of everyone's stares and finally let go of Ye Wushuang, wiping the corners of their eyes as they stepped out of his embrace.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang gave a faint smile. He knew they were just embarrassed.
Elder Yunn and Elder Wuu descended from the sky and walked over to Ye Wushuang. They glanced at the two women, stroking their beards and smiling.
The two women retreated to Ye Wushuang's side, their faces flushed red—it was hard to tell if it was from crying or shyness.
"Elder Yunn, Elder Wuu!"
Upon seeing the two old men, Ye Wushuang bowed deeply. It wasn't just out of respect for their seniority, but out of sincere gratitude.
This was especially true for Elder Yunn, who had taken special care of him since his days in the Outer Sect and had helped him on numerous occasions. How could Ye Wushuang ever forget such kindness?
