The chubby one cast a grateful glance at Mengdie. In the blink of an eye, the six of them were less than five hundred meters away. As their vision grew clearer, their steps became increasingly urgent and frantic...

Feng Yi!

Feng Yi?

Feng Yi...

Could that person really be Feng Yi, the one they once knew?

Unbelievable, incomprehensible—until they were less than a hundred meters away, close enough for even Zhang Xiaobo to clearly see, they were so shocked that their minds went completely blank for a moment.

Impossible. Feng Yi had indeed died a year ago; his breathing and pulse had ceased. If he were alive, there would be no reason for him to avoid them. Feng Yi's death had almost sparked another war—a war between John's Yate Federation and Zana's Republic. If Feng Yi were alive, he would never have stood by and watched as John acted recklessly.

Yet the scene before them gave everyone a profound sense of surreal disorientation, as if separated from reality by decades.

Time flies, and the songs of the years linger. A year later, they truly saw him. Even Feng Yi's demeanor, aura, and even his expressions were exactly the same as before.

"Hey... Feng Yi, is it really you? Are you still alive?"

Zhang Xiaobo couldn't hold back anymore, shouting loudly in his direction. Perhaps it was all just a dream, or maybe it was some bizarre illusion. But in the instant he saw Feng Yi, the chubby Zhang Xiaobo no longer cared. Every fragment of the past, every tenderness, every memory—transformed within moments into a flood of tears.

To this greeting, Feng Yi responded with a deep, silent nod.

It was a single movement, but in that instant, everyone around Zhang Xiaobo stood frozen in place.

"Feng Yi, is it really... really... really you?"

The second person to speak was Blade Warrior. She bypassed the bizarre phenomenon with nearly reckless speed, darting forward like a streaking arrow, and appeared before Feng Yi in mere seconds, looking him over with joy and disbelief, this long-lost comrade.

Meanwhile, Mengdie's steps suddenly faltered, as if her restless heart had nowhere to settle in this moment. Even Sky Shadow and Roland instinctively appeared beside Feng Yi almost simultaneously.

Sky Shadow said, "Feng Yi! Why are you here? Weren't you already..."

"Yes." Feng Yi's voice was unusually calm, so calm that it chilled everyone. "A lot has happened. You can think of my appearance now as a phenomenon."

"A phenomenon? What do you mean by that?"

Feng Yi heard the question but gently shook his head...

The reunion was, after all, merely setting up the next farewell. His cold gaze swept the group before him, making clear he had no intention of explaining why he had reappeared. He understood all too well that his time in this world would be brief, and too much entanglement would only cause those he once cared about to suffer again.

Thus, Feng Yi made it known that this matter was not for discussion. It was obvious he wasn't here for nostalgic conversations, nor for idle chatter. Resolving the imminent threat at hand was undoubtedly his priority.

Blade Warrior suddenly extended her delicate hand and laid it gently against Feng Yi's skin, wanting to feel if it was truly him. "Hey, is it really you? Is it really, truly you?"

Feng Yi did not resist; his face instead wore an expression of helplessness. "It's me, of course."

Suddenly, he was enveloped in her embrace. Faced with Blade Warrior's impulsive hug, Feng Yi did nothing but smile faintly. Words failed him. He could understand everyone's feelings, but he knew all too well he was never meant to exist in this world. Any emotional bonds had to be severed.

Just then, the chubby Zhang Xiaobo ran up, panting heavily, and gave Feng Yi's shoulder a hearty slap, as if the force of the blow revealed their deeper connection. His teary eyes shimmered with emotion. "Feng Yi, it's really you, isn't it? You're still alive?"

"Ha, of course it's me. Whether I'm alive or not—that's hard to say. But why are all of you asking the same question?"

"I've missed you so much, brother. Where have you been all this year?"

How could Feng Yi explain? Shaking his head, he laughed, saying that none of it mattered. If possible, they could save catching up for later. Right now, dealing with the immediate threat was the priority. After saying this, Feng Yi patted Zhang Xiaobo lightly on the shoulder, just as he had once done long ago during a chance meeting. It felt as though there were countless things he wished to say, yet nothing at all.

This gesture immediately brought Zhang Xiaobo back to that earlier moment, and he broke down, tears cascading like rain, sniffling and flinging tears onto Feng Yi's clothes...

Feng Yi could only respond with a bitter smile—neither rejecting nor acknowledging further.

At this moment, Mengdie had also reached Feng Yi's side. Her gaze shimmered faintly with a mysterious moisture, a glimmering ripple as she stared unblinkingly at Feng Yi, as if wanting to imprint this image deep into her soul.

Feng Yi gave Mengdie a slight nod, acknowledging her.

"Feng Yi, Mengdie is carrying your child," someone said.

"Is that so..."

Feng Yi hesitated briefly upon hearing this but said nothing more.

It was only now that everyone began to perceive, or rather slowly realize, that Feng Yi seemed changed—changed into someone unfamiliar, distant, no longer the same person they once knew.

"Feng Yi, don't you have anything to say to Butterfly?" Blade Warrior asked. "Even if it's just... just..." Her gaze shifted again to Mengdie's abdomen. "You weren't like this before."

"Live well. Whether you or I—we must steer clear of disasters and refrain from chasing pain. Keep away from the bizarre. It's not something you can handle." Feng Yi advised with heavy sincerity. His gaze moved sharply toward the bizarre phenomenon, showing he was paying little attention to Blade Warrior's prompt.

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