Qin Yi went down to the foot of the mountain, only to discover that the village had already been built.
He and Yao Guang had spread the Dao among the people without knowing exactly how much time had passed, but it could not have been less than two or three months. As a result, Yao Guang had suppressed her injuries for far too long.
Come to think of it, he had actually spent so long with that woman. It was truly unexpected.
Yet the two of them had hardly exchanged many words. The feeling was complicated as hell—there were grudges, love, hatred, and enmity; there was lofty Dao Debate; and he had to worry that one wrong word would get him beaten up...
He tucked his hands into his sleeves.
This was too hard.
Did you think I wanted to be so tongue-tied that three strikes couldn't knock out a fart? The truth was that he had to think thrice before every single sentence.
Qin Yi swept the area with his divine sense and discovered that many villagers were absent. Even Er Zhuzi was gone, perhaps having gone to the Netherworld. After some thought, Qin Yi did not meddle. He dumped all the historical records beside the grave-guarding qilin, then quickly slipped away.
The qilin would surely know how to handle it. He had better not show himself too much before them...
More importantly, he was not in the mood. He had already learned almost all the information he needed from Yao Guang, and hers ought to be the truest answer. Asking others would be pointless.
Forget chatting nonsense with the qilin. Even after entering the Netherworld, Qin Yi's mind remained full of his earlier conversation with Yao Guang. He still had not fully savored it.
Yao Guang's psychological disconnect