Twelve looked at the new letter, narrowed her eyes, and giggled.
She increasingly felt that Good Sir was not only a true good person, but also especially interesting. What he said might not have sounded very pleasant, but in the end, he had still found the Ferry of No Return.
With this thing, Good Sir would be able to reach Tai Hao's world relatively safely.
Recently, she had reorganized and combed through quite a bit of material, and she also understood what Good Sir was worried about.
Ever since the Ancient era's collapse, when Huliang shattered and the great divine mountains vanished, the various great worlds had been completely severed from one another. Their respective evolutions and the rules of heaven and earth all differed slightly.
For living beings from other worlds, the stronger they were, the more they would suffer the world's suppression because of those slight differences.
Human cultivators had many names for it: Dark clouds overhead, darkened yintang, bad luck, and so on.
The effects it caused were absolutely far more serious than simply lacking strength.
When one's strength was insufficient, being rejected and targeted by heaven and earth on top of that was indeed especially dangerous.
That was why she had painstakingly searched for so long before finding information concerning the Ferry of No Return.
She only hoped that when Good Sir came, his journey would go more smoothly.
Now, looking at his reply, though it was still threatening as ever, she felt very happy.
Taking a soft breath, Twelve encouraged herself and continued sorting through the records. There were simply too many records left behind in the estate; they could not possibly be organized in a short while.
"Brother Qin, you were looking for me?"
Like a goose let loose to frolic, Zhang Zhengyi