Little Things from Little Grass

"What about you? What happened to you?" After explaining his own situation, Xiao Yan turned to ask Xiao Heng.

Xiao Heng set down his teacup and gently spun it on the table before beginning, "After we separated, I first tried to find Xiao Yi Xian, then... Ice River Valley... ice..."

After roughly recounting his own experiences, Xiao Heng let out a long breath and continued, "As for Old Yao, he can be trusted."

"Understood." Xiao Yan nodded.

After laying out the general situation, the two of them fell silent instead. A moment later, Xiao Heng finally spoke, sounding somewhat helpless. "So, we've now offended four major factions: Wind Thunder Pavilion, Ice River Valley, Tianming Sect, and the Soul Hall. You know, it's quite a coincidence. Four Pavilions, Three Valleys, Two Sects, One Tower, One Hall—we've offended one from every level. Among the top forces in all of the Central Continent, we've offended nearly half of them... This situation...!"

Listening to Xiao Heng's summary, Xiao Yan could only smile bitterly. He had never expected it either! How had he ended up offending so many people? But there was nothing they could do about it now. They had already offended them—could they possibly go and apologize? Even if they were willing, those people probably would not accept it. After all, the dead could not be brought back to life.

"Sigh...!"

The tough guys sighed.

"Forget it, don't think about this anymore. It's annoying just thinking about it. Let's rest for two days first. After that, we'll attend the Pill Gathering and take things one step at a time!" After thinking for a long while, Xiao Heng still could not come up with any good solution and could only steer away from the subject.

"Fine!" Xiao Yan was equally helpless. Inwardly, he cursed,