Gao Manqiu glanced back, but her steps never slowed as she strode toward the exit. The wind lifted her hair, hiding the fleeting charm and resolve in her eyes.
The Twelve Zodiac Signs, the Wheel of Stars and Moon.
Coincidentally, she had heard those eight words before, in a fragmentary scroll of the Gao Family.
At the entrance to Yang Valley, eighty members of the Gao Family who had emerged from Yin Valley surrounded Chu Yuntian in a circle. Yet they carefully kept a safe distance, ensuring that no accidents or mistakes could occur.
At the same time, some food and water had been placed around Chu Yuntian. Yet he had not touched the food even once. Anyone with eyes could tell that the old man had gone without eating for a long time, while the remains of mosquitoes and insects around him made him seem even more desolate.
"How is it? Still refusing to talk?" a Gao Family elite asked quietly.
The person beside him shook his head. "Not a word. I'm starting to wonder whether he's deaf and mute."
That Gao Family elite carefully observed Chu Yuntian again, then focused on the insect remains on the ground. "This old man isn't simple. He has no ability to catch other animals, so he must have survived on these mosquitoes and insects these past few days. See that? He didn't swallow those bugs whole. He removed the useless or poisonous parts and only ate the nutritious portions."
Hearing that explanation, the Gao Family members surrounding him could not help but regard Chu Yuntian in a new light. To retain such rationality even while starving, even methodically arranging the final stretch of his life—it was as if he were a living machine.
After all, if they had not happened to appear