Chapter 4: 003 风云师兄

The man appearing and disappearing before her eyes was at most twenty-four or twenty-five years old. He wore an exquisite black robe, and his long hair cascaded down, looking both wild and untamed.

As for that face, for a moment, Yinuo actually couldn't find a single good word to describe it; it was as charming as a mixed-race person.

However, on such a handsome face, there wasn't a single expression. It was even frost-covered, as if shrouded in a thousand-year-old layer of ice. Even from this distance, Yinuo felt as if she could sense the cold air radiating from him.

Those deep, icy eyes were bottomless, as if a single glance could freeze a person within them, making it impossible to ever escape.

A chill lingered all around him. In short, this man was absolutely the most handsome and coldest man Yinuo had ever seen.

*Damn it! If this man were born in modern times, we could save on air conditioning costs. How eco-friendly!*

"Feng Yun, you're finally back! That's wonderful!" Upon seeing the man, the old man's face, which was full of the wrinkles of time, immediately broke into a wide smile.

"Master!" The man called Feng Yun nodded, his voice still devoid of warmth. From the moment he appeared until now, he hadn't spared Yinuo a single glance, treating her almost like thin air.

"Hey! Are you blind? Can't you see me?" Yinuo was used to being loud and assertive; she couldn't stand someone acting so high and mighty. This man was handsome, sure, but he lacked manners.

Hearing this, the man suddenly turned his head to look at her, a flash of confusion crossing his icy eyes. His thin lips moved slightly: "Xiao Luo, what's wrong?"

Before Yi Luo could answer, the old man beside him chimed in: "That's right, Xiao Luo, he is your Senior Brother Feng Yun. Have you forgotten him too?"

"Senior Brother? Feng Yun?" Yinuo struggled to search for these memories within the recollections that didn't belong to her. That's right—this old man was her Master, and this man was her Senior Brother.

"Xiao Luo, what exactly happened? You were fine when I went out three days ago. Did something happen to you during these three days?" Only then did the old man notice Yinuo's somewhat disheveled clothing and, of course, her messy hair.

However, he could only think that Xiao Luo might have been attacked by a wild beast; he never once imagined she had been taken by a man.

"It's nothing, it's nothing! I just accidentally bumped my head and can't remember many things. It seems I've lost my memory!" Looking at the situation now, pretending to have amnesia was the most logical thing to do.

"Amnesia?" The old man and Feng Yun looked at each other, clearly half-believing and half-doubting.

Yinuo nodded vigorously and said very seriously, "Yes! I've even forgotten my own name. So, please introduce yourselves, and while you're at it, introduce me as well. Also, tell me what era this is."

The old man grabbed her hand and checked her for a long while, yet he still looked puzzled. "Your pulse shows no issues; it doesn't seem like amnesia..." However, she didn't look like she was lying, and besides, Xiao Luo was usually very well-behaved; how could she lie?

"Your name is Su Yuluo, and you are seventeen years old. This is the Canglan Dynasty, and this is Mount Ji. I am your Master—as for my name, I've forgotten it too, but everyone in the martial arts world calls me the Poisonous Hand Holy Physician. And he is your Senior Brother, Feng Yun." The old man repeated it all, choosing to believe her.

"Fine, Su Yuluo!" After hearing this, Yi Luo rolled her eyes toward the heavens in resignation. If Su Yuluo was her name, then so be it. It was just a name, after all; she could be called anything.

As the days passed, Yinuo slowly accepted the identity of Su Yuluo. She was quite a genius; she managed to fully digest all the medical and pharmacological knowledge left behind in Su Yuluo's body.

Her Master and that ice-like Senior Brother always gave her a sense of mystery. It seemed as though the two of them held some massive secret, always huddling together to discuss things in whispers. Furthermore, that Senior Brother Feng Yun would descend the mountain almost every few days, returning either wounded or covered in blood.