The Crosser

Yi Feng's heart was stirred up in shock and turmoil.

He never imagined that he would hear this familiar tune here.

For some reason, hearing this tune played by someone else made his eyes brim with tears that he couldn't hold back.

How many years has it been since he last heard this tune!

But how does this Mo Sihan know how to play the night song?

A transmigrator?

Did she meet a fellow countryman in another world?

Yi Feng's hands were already trembling uncontrollably, but the tune was still going on, so he couldn't interrupt. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and waited for time to pass.

Finally, when the music stopped and people were still applauding, Yi Feng had already come to Mo Sihan’s side.

"Miss, how do you know this tune?" Yi Feng couldn't help asking.

"Sir has heard it before?"

Mo Sihan raised her beautiful eyes and asked in surprise as well.

"Yes, I've heard it before, and I can also play it. So how did you get to know this tune?” Yi Feng said a little eagerly.

Mo Sihan glanced at Yi Feng and said softly with a laugh, "I didn't expect sir to be able to play it too, what a coincidence. I just happened to come upon this tune by chance, to tell the truth I don't know where it came from either."

"By chance?"

Yi Feng's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Could this person not be a transmigrator?

Looking at Mo Sihan, Yi Feng couldn't help but try to probe further, and asked softly, "Miss, have you heard this saying before?"

"Please go ahead, sir."

Mo Sihan said.

"This year for the holidays, I won't accept gifts, I'll only accept..." Yi Feng gestured at Mo Sihan with raised eyebrows, hinting for her to finish the phrase.

But to Yi Feng's surprise, Mo Sihan looked completely confused, seeming to have no idea what Yi Feng was talking about at all.

"Then xiaokuihua class is starting, kids with colds don't get well easily..."

Yi Feng gestured at Mo Sihan again, his eyes full of anticipation.

Mo Sihan was even more bewildered.

"What about this, have you heard this before, the vast horizons are my love, the soft green hills where flowers bloom..."

"Have you heard it?"

Yi Feng asked again.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what sir is talking about." Mo Sihan lowered her head apologetically.

"Alright, fine."

Yi Feng lowered his head a little dejectedly, smiled apologetically at Mo Sihan, then sat back down, raised his glass and said to everyone: "Come, let's drink together."

With a forced smile, the wine passed through his intestines. Yi Feng looked up at the light rain outside the window, his nose feeling a little sour.

Yes!

Homesick...

Little island.

Pitch dark.

The wind howled as the rain pattered.

Next to a rock, a bald man sat with legs crossed, licking his finger and turning to the next page of his book. At the same time he glanced to the side.

"Idiot!"

He scolded, then continued to immerse himself in the book.

"Sob..."

Next to him, a soul body was hunched over, shivering and trembling.

It was Su Xuanjun.

"Damn it, where did everyone go?"

Su Xuanjun's face was black.

On this damned island, there wasn't a single soul, just over a dozen of his pitiful subordinates.

But now his soul form was also helpless, and he didn't want to stir up trouble before accomplishing his goal.

So with nothing to gain, he could only stay and wait.

"Hang in there Su Xuanjun, you are a prestigious Domain Lord, this bit of wind and rain is nothing!"

"You just happened to have bad luck and caught them while they were away, there's still time, just wait a little longer and they'll definitely come back."

Su Xuanjun secretly encouraged himself.

But after waiting a whole day and night, it wasn't until early morning the next day that he saw a large group of people rowing boats over from the distant shore.

"Sir, those six people ran away, are we just going to let it go like this?" an old man whispered in Yi Feng's ear.

"Just a bunch of losers, let them run if they want."

Yi Feng waved his hand, completely unconcerned, his mind still on Mo Sihan.

For now he wouldn't consider whether Mo Sihan was a transmigrator or not. The fact that she could play the night song meant that she must have met a transmigrator before.

This made Yi Feng extremely interested.

He was very eager to meet that transmigrator...

Lost in thought, the small boat drew closer and closer to the little island, about to come ashore.

After waiting a whole day and night, the dispirited Su Xuanjun's eyes lit up immediately.

"Ha."

"Good things come to those who wait, you've finally come back."

"This time, this Domain Lord vows to find out just who you people are and what your capabilities are."

He slapped his thigh and got up, urging his soul to approach Yi Feng and the others.

But after just two steps, his soul vanished into thin air...

At the same time, in the Immortal Realm, the awakened Su Xuanjun started roaring furiously.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

In towering rage, he waved his burly, powerful palms and reduced the seclusion chamber he was in to ruins.

But even so, his whole body still shook with fury.

The first time it was an utter failure, but that was understandable.

This time however, he had endured agony and waited a whole day and night, finally managing to wait for their return, only for his soul's duration to run out.

Not to mention the two death row convicts and the drained mental effort, those two soul forms alone cost him two drops of essence blood!

He was trembling with anger.

"Damn it, I won't believe it!"

His face black as night, Su Xuanjun ran back to the death row dungeon, grabbed another death row convict, and went to a new seclusion chamber to refine a soul form again.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

The sky cleared.

"Not a bad sun!"

On the island Yi Feng looked up at the bright sun in the sky, and remembering the things in his spatial ring, hurriedly took them out while no one was around.

"They all got soaked in the rain before, have to dry them properly."

Yi Feng looked for an open space and took out each item to dry in the sun.

But with the abundance of trees on the island, and his many possessions, in order to catch the sunlight, the shores of the island without shadows were completely covered with Yi Feng's things drying.

Just then, on the shore outside the island, space fluctuated slightly as Su Xuanjun's newly refined soul descended upon the small island once more.

Seeing the people coming and going on the island, the corners of his mouth immediately turned up.

"This time, there shouldn't be any more mishaps."

Saying so, he strode confidently towards the small island.