Were They After Him?

[Host, don't cry. There's more to Reunion. I secretly hid it away. Host, aren't I amazing?]

Just as Wuma Xiu was about to become a crybaby, the system's voice rang out like heavenly music.

A faint light flashed on the spot, and a perfectly intact jar of "Reunion" appeared out of thin air.

Wuma Xiu grabbed the wine jar tightly, and the light in his eyes rekindled.

"Commander, you're amazing!"

Wuma Xiu hugged the wine jar to his chest.

Fortunately, there's still one jar left.

The system, having received the commendation, was extremely pleased.

Hehe, this is a compliment from my own host.

It's truly the most considerate system.

The host was drunk, but it wasn't.

It watched helplessly as God of Fire drank jar after jar, and by the time it reached the fifth jar, the system was already cursing under its breath.

It's obvious that God of Fire doesn't want to leave a jar for the host.

How could it, as the host's most beloved System, allow such evil deeds to go unchecked?

So it used its System Energy to secretly hide a jar right under the nose of the God of Fire.

They've kept it all under wraps, just waiting for this day.

Wuma Xiu buried the wine jar back in the pit under the Ancient Tree, carefully covered it with soil, and then placed an inconspicuous Bluestone on top as a mark.

He intended to save this last jar for his closest friend.

After doing all this, he straightened up and looked around.

Seven years had passed without leaving any trace here, but he knew that the outside world was different now.

"It's time to go out and have a look."

He muttered this to himself, which beckoned Fat Orange Cloud to sit on him.

The Fat Orange Cloud softly lifted him into the air.

Wuma Xiu lowered his head and took one last look at the Bluestone under the Ancient Tree.

Then, he turned the cloud around and flew away.

As he flew, he suddenly heard a very familiar voice.

"God of Wine is above."

"I dared not disturb your peace any longer, but my son Li Xisheng, has just completed his Coming-of-Age Ceremony. A few days ago, he disappeared without a trace at home. If my son can return safely, the Li Clan family will offer incense to you for generations, never daring to slacken our efforts for a single day."

The Li Clan Head knelt before the Deity Statue of God of Wine, holding three incense sticks high above his forehead with both hands, his voice hoarse yet devout.

Seven years have passed, and his face has not aged much, but his once black hair has turned completely white.

Just a few days ago, Li Xisheng disappeared from his home.

He checked all the surveillance footage, even the cleaning robots in the vicinity, carefully examining the images they recorded, but still couldn't find out how the person disappeared.

Li Clan Head used all his connections and searched everywhere he could think of, but he couldn't find even a single clue.

His hair turned white overnight.

After trying countless methods and asking countless people for help, the Li Clan Head could only place his last hope on this Deity Statue.

He wasn't sure if God of Wine still remembered the little child who could see the Gods, nor did he know if this faint miracle would befall him, a young boy Li Clan.

But what if?

The Li Clan Head touched the ground with his forehead, knelt on the prayer mat, and dared not raise his head.

The Deity Statues stood silent, while wisps of incense smoke rose gently.

The Li Clan Head knelt for a very, very long time, so long that the incense ash in the incense burner became thicker.

He raised his head and looked at the offering table in front of him.

It was completely empty, unlike seven years ago; there was nothing there.

He collapsed to the ground.

Is there no other way?

His Sheng'er had just come of age and had just undergone the Capping Ceremony.

This life has just begun.

His Sheng'er was exceptionally intelligent from a young age. Although he was somewhat mischievous as a child, he gradually became more sensible as he grew up and his interactions with others were impeccable.

If we were to say that Sheng'er is different from the other children...

That was seven years ago.

According to Sheng'er, he saw the This Venerable God of Wine on Deity Statue of God of Wine seven years ago, and the god even waved at him.

Such an opportunity—how many people in the entire Interstellar could possibly have the chance to meet Gods?

Later, somehow the story got out and spread far and wide.

It is said that the youngest son, Li Clan, is favored by the god of God of Wine and will surely achieve great things in the future.

The Li Clan Head was initially proud of this glory, but now, looking back, he only felt a chill down his spine.

Could it be because of this?

Did those people hear rumors and think that the Sheng'er possessed some treasure God of Wine?

That's why they arrested him.

If that's true, then he shouldn't have worshipped the Gods in the first place.

Without these things, his Sheng'er would not have become a "One Favored by the Gods," would not have been coveted by others, and would not have disappeared silently from his room shortly after his Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

He would rather his Sheng'er be just an ordinary brewer, living a peaceful and uneventful life, than have him be some kind of Child Favored by the Gods.

What he didn't see was that in the void beside the Deity Statue, Wuma Xiu sat cross-legged on that Fat Orange Cloud, his brows slightly furrowed.

Vanished into thin air?

He repeatedly pondered the Li Clan Head's words in his mind.

Ordinary people couldn't do that.

Could they be after him?

Otherwise, why tie up Li Xisheng when there were so many other people to tie up?

"Looks like I'll have to get some exercise this time."

Wuma Xiu leaped down from the clouds, his figure transforming into a faint golden Flowing Light, vanishing without a trace.

A note floated down from the sky and landed in the center of the offering table.

At the same time, he also took the jar of newly brewed wine from the altar that Li Clan.

Since we're already here, we can't leave empty-handed. Besides, this jar does smell much better to him than the one from seven years ago.

The Li Clan Head was slumped on the ground, his hands covering his eyes, his fingers glistening with tears of regret.

In a daze, he heard a very soft sound of paper falling from the offering table. He suddenly looked up and saw the note lying on the table.

The ink on the paper was still wet, and the handwriting was exactly the same as the one from seven years ago, with a small heart drawn at the end.

[I really like that kid. Don't worry, I'll bring him back safe and sound. Also, the wine was good this time.♡]

The Li Clan Head trembled as he picked up the note and read it word by word, his eyes finally regaining their light.

He knelt before the offering table, pressed the note to his forehead, and responded in a very soft, low voice.

A miracle is a miracle precisely because it occurs when all human means have been exhausted and all hope has vanished into thin air...

It has arrived.