Fall: Rebirth

However, a glimmer of joy flashed across Yan Luo's eyes, which was fleeting like a shooting star, and was then quickly covered by a dark cloud. She looked at Ling Han worriedly and said softly, "Brother Han, are you okay? You looked so cold just now, it was a bit scary."

Yan Luo's voice was full of concern, as gentle as the gurgling of water. Her eyes were fixed on Ling Han, and she was obviously worried about Ling Han's current condition.

Ling Han shook his head gently like the breeze blowing on a willow tree, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "I'm fine. I was just too absorbed in it just now and didn't notice my expression."

Chu Heng crossed his arms across his chest, his gaze like an arrow shot from a bow, whizzing back from the broken tree and accurately hitting Ling Han.

"So, you just figured out this chilling sword technique?" Chu Heng's tone was mixed with a hint of surprise and curiosity, as if he found Ling Han's performance unbelievable.

When Ling Han was asked this by Chu Heng, he felt confused for a moment and said in a daze, "I don't know either. I just feel like I have endless power, so I've been practicing swordplay all the time."

"You don't know, since we woke up, you have been sitting there like a sculpture, motionless. We didn't dare to disturb you easily, for fear of what impact it would have on you." Hill walked over quickly and complained a few words casually.

When Ling Han heard this, a puzzled expression appeared on his face, as if he had no idea what was going on.

At this time, Yan Luo flew to Ling Han like a light butterfly, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Brother Han, you are really amazing!"

Ling Han looked at Yan Luo gratefully, his eyes revealing a trace of warmth and emotion like the warm sun in winter. He knew that Yan Luo had always been his strongest backer, supporting and protecting him at all times and in all places. This feeling was like the warm sunshine in spring shining on one's body, making one feel extremely comfortable.

Perhaps, this is the indestructible power of family affection?

Looking at Yan Luo in front of him, Ling Han couldn't help but think of Ling Shuang's cute face. When everyone treated him coldly, only this sister stood behind him like a rock, silently supporting him and never leaving him. Her existence was like a blazing bonfire in the cold night, lighting the way forward for Ling Han and making him feel endless warmth and comfort.

“Ling Han…”

“Ling Han…”

"Brother Han..."

The shouts from everyone were like sharp swords, finally pulling Ling Han back to reality from his whirlpool of thoughts. He looked around at everyone blankly, and for a moment he stood there like a puppet, not knowing how to start.

"What were you thinking about just now?" Hill couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked first.

"You are so absent-minded, are you stupid?" Chu Heng said with a frown, and put the back of his hand on Ling Han's forehead like a thermometer.

Ling Han quickly turned his head to avoid it, and shook off Chu Heng's hand with his hand as if he was brushing off dust. He looked at Chu Heng with disgust and retorted, "You are the stupid one."

Everyone burst into laughter at Ling Han's reaction.

Ling Han looked at everyone's amused expressions, but a wave of sadness suddenly surged in his heart. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealing deep longing, and explained: "I just thought of Shuang'er. I haven't seen her for a long time. I don't know if she is doing well now."

"So that's how it is." Hill nodded in understanding, a hint of concern flashed in his eyes, and he gently patted Ling Han's shoulder.

Chu Heng patted Ling Han's shoulder vigorously and consoled him, "Don't worry too much. I believe Sister Ling Shuang must be doing well. Why don't we think about how to improve our strength first?"

After listening to Chu Heng's words, Ling Han nodded heavily, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his eyes revealed firm determination.

Perhaps because he could see Ling Han's worry, Yan Luo once again comforted him in a soft voice: "Brother Han, don't worry! Sister Shuang'er has the immortal grass that Qingli Divine Master helped to refine last time. Now she is also very powerful. No one can bully her."

Hearing this, Ling Han turned his head to look at Yan Luo, only to see that she was smiling, her big eyes blinking gently like stars. That smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and gentle.

Ling Han couldn't help but laugh, with a hint of relief in his smile, and said lightly: "Yes, Shuang'er has always been so strong and optimistic. Plus, she is now very powerful. Who can bully her?"

Seeing Ling Han's relaxed expression, Hill and Chu Heng also showed relaxed expressions for a moment. They looked at each other, their eyes full of encouragement and trust, and then turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of Ling Han.