"Who could say for sure? The sky was vast, the earth boundless, endless beyond measure. It couldn't possibly... fall on our heads, could it? Hahaha..." Da Yajin laughed heartily.
"Exactly. The sky was vast, the earth boundless. What were the odds?" Qin He smiled.
"That was Divine Court's concern. When the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up. We Sinful Immortals couldn't be bothered with that. The bigger the mess, the better—best if it brought Divine Court down with it."
"Aren't you afraid the fire at the city gate will spread to the fish in the moat?" Qin He glanced at him.
"I'm a catfish. The koi will die first. No fear, no fear." Da Yajin grinned, his mouthful of gold teeth gleaming.
He was a very talkative man—so talkative that Qin He sometimes found him a little noisy.
Still, it made probing him for information convenient. Qin He only had to ask casually, and he would spill everything like a big catfish, babbling it all out.
It even made Qin He wonder how someone who talked this much had survived until now.
As they talked, night officially fell.
Da Yajin's group split into several parties and headed elsewhere.
Some had arranged to meet up later, while others had different tasks and would return to the city once they were done.
In the end, including Da Yajin, only five people remained.
In the wilderness around Sin City, night was exceptionally dangerous. Even Da Yajin put away his chatter, his expression turning solemn.
Qin He looked over the five of them. Two were early-stage cultivators, a pair of brothers whose names he did not know. Da Yajin called them Ma Da and Ma Er.
Two were mid-stage cultivators. One was Liu Shan, a short, plump middle-aged man with a