Chu Yang froze, muttering, "Fallen?"
For some reason, when he heard the names Firewood Chopper and Firewood Cutter, his heart felt strangely empty. No, it wasn't just emptiness—there was a faint sting of grief.
He couldn't help but ask, "Have they gone to reincarnate? Can I see them?"
Nanli gently shook her head. "They're gone, body and soul."
Chu Yang's chest tightened abruptly. His face turned pale as if he couldn't breathe.
"Fourth Brother?"
"Fourth Young Master!"
"Fourth Young Master!"
The three around him were startled by his intense reaction.
Chu Yang only felt heartache for a moment. He quickly regained his composure and waved it off. "I'm fine."
Seeing his condition, Nanli, recalling various events from the past, said, "Perhaps Fourth Brother has some deep connection with them. Otherwise, Firewood Chopper wouldn't have helped you gain the opportunity to learn the Fire Cloud Spell."
Chu Yang's thoughts churned.