"Brother Ma, thank you. We'll part ways here, then."
Within Fengdu City, Shen Yi bade farewell to Ma Tian and the others. Ma Tian was especially grateful to Shen Yi. Had Shen Yi not intimidated the dangers along the way, they might have returned empty-handed this time—or even lost their lives in the Yellow Springs.
"If you can't recover your memories, don't force it. When you have time, remember to come back to the village and have a look. Everyone misses you."
Ma Tian watched Shen Yi's retreating back and shouted loudly. In their eyes, Shen Yi was still that young man searching for his lost memories.
"Where are we going now?"
Hong Ling looped her arm through Shen Yi's and rested her head against his shoulder. Everything came so naturally that, in the eyes of passersby, the two were a pair of lovers.
"If you don't know where to go, I can take you somewhere. It'll be absolutely safe."
As though she had seen through Shen Yi's concerns—that he feared the strange events of Ma Family Village might happen again—Hong Ling made up her mind to bring him somewhere safe.
The two wound through Fengdu City, turning this way and that, until they finally arrived at a secluded place. It was steeped in decay, and few people passed through. Those who saw Shen Yi and Hong Ling were greatly surprised, then immediately wore expressions that said, everyone who knew, knew.
"You're sure?"
Shen Yi asked doubtfully, but Hong Ling simply grabbed him and walked inside. It was as though some restriction had been broken. The scene within the courtyard shifted again and again, and Shen Yi's face was filled with shock.
The sight before him was exquisite beyond compare. Immortal mist coiled through the air, small bridges arched over