Rest

Li Qi heard that, turned his head, and stared fixedly at Shen Shuibi.

He did not understand. He was even somewhat confused, and the impulse born of that confusion made him keep staring at Shen Shuibi.

Li Qi's wisdom was enough to interpret an entire world, yet at this moment, it seemed somewhat stretched thin.

What was Shen Shuibi thinking?

Why was she still so calm under such circumstances?

Li Qi had drunk Changxi's wine. Afterward, he had conducted a self-analysis, and the conclusion he reached... was that his emotions had been smoothed flat by an overly long life.

What about Shen Shuibi?

What had Shen Shuibi experienced? Why could the rabbit be so calm as well? She had even easily accepted that "her weight in Li Qi's heart had diminished," without showing the slightest trace of dejection.

Looking further back, one would also discover that in most situations, the rabbit had always been this quiet, as though her emotions never fluctuated.

Ordinarily, Li Qi was used to this. Yet at a time like this, she remained so composed, even cold, leaving Li Qi deeply surprised by her reaction.

Perhaps sensing Li Qi's gaze, Shen Shuibi remained as indifferent as ever. Leaning against him, she said, "You and I should both recognize this. Walking the Dao Path hand in hand is simply like this. When the days stretch long, they are always plain. But... what is wrong with plainness?"

Hearing that, Li Qi felt somewhat dazed.

He suddenly remembered that Shen Shuibi had truly lived for ten thousand years. That was enough time for an ordinary Ninth Rank World civilization to develop from primitive people to exploring beyond its domain.

As for himself, excluding the time spent retracing and twisting spacetime, he had truly experienced only a little over a