The thunder tribulation had passed, yet subsequent events did not unfold as initially anticipated.
Zhou Yan experienced only a moment's astonishment before he came to terms with it.
He observed the profound sadness of White Fox Bai Ying and knew she grieved for "him."
Despite limited understanding, the fragments of information from her had informed Zhou Yan in the Soul Sea Land that "he" held significant importance in the fox's heart.
"The deceased are gone, and the living should live happily so that the deceased may find consolation."
There was nothing Zhou Yan could do about such matters, except offer a few words of comfort.
Hearing Zhou Yan's words, White Fox Bai Ying visibly restrained some of her emotions and gently thanked, "Thank you, Young Master—"
"My name is 'Zhou Yan.' You can just call me Zhou Yan."
Zhou Yan knew White Fox Bai Ying disliked basing interactions on seniority, so he simply revealed his name.