Chapter 17: The Return of Ye Wuhui and the Wedding Under the Storm (18+)
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The Return of Ye Wuhui and the Wedding Under the Storm
Daoist Qingxuan slowly awoke and instinctively looked toward where Old Hao had been, only to find the spot empty. In Old Hao’s place now stood a dignified, stern-faced man. The spirit in his brows and eyes matched the Ye Wuhui of memory exactly, and Qingxuan was so startled that all sleep instantly vanished. He shot to his feet, warily staring at the man before him.
Mother, seeing Qingxuan’s reaction, smiled and quickly explained, "Don’t worry, Qingxuan he’s Old Hao, and also Ye Wuhui."
Perhaps due to the Longevity Sect’s cultivation method, Ye Wuhui now had some gray at his temples, looking even more mature and distinguished than he had on the tournament stage. Qingxuan, upon hearing this, was full of disbelief. He scrutinized Ye Wuhui closely, and his heart surged with excitement. He knew of Ye Wuhui’s relationship with Mother, which meant Lingxi’s safety now had an even stronger guarantee.
He hurriedly straightened his clothes and gave Ye Wuhui a deep, respectful bow. "Brother Ye, now that you’ve revealed your true form, please accept my respects."
Ye Wuhui nodded slightly, indicating there was no need for such formality.
After that, the carriage pressed on without pause. Though everyone was anxious, the journey was smooth, and after several days they finally arrived at the familiar foot of their sect’s mountain.
As soon as the carriage stopped, the eldest senior brother rushed over like a gust of wind, dropping to his knees and hugging Mother’s leg, tears streaming down his face as he cried, "Master’s wife, you’re finally back! I’ve been worried sick, every day was like sitting on needles, waiting for your return."
He looked just like a child long separated from his mother, full of longing and grievance, tears and snot flowing as he clung to her.
Mother found his behavior both funny and touching, gently stroking his head to comfort him. But then she balled her fist and knocked him on the head.
It turned out that the eldest brother had noticed Mother’s skirt was different from before. While hugging her leg, his hand had slipped along the tattered hem and touched her smooth thigh. Puzzled and surprised, he unconsciously rubbed up and down her inner thigh.