When a lonely soul suddenly encountered someone just like himself, he couldn't quite tell what he was feeling in that moment.
Had he found one of his own, someone to share both joy and hardship with, or perhaps the reason he could keep living?
His emotions were complicated—very complicated. But one thing was clear: he was no longer alone and helpless. He no longer had to fight by himself.
So he had to hold on tight to Chen Changan and the others. Otherwise, he would go on existing like a wandering, masterless ghost, facing everything in the Eternal Land alone and sinking into endless pain and torment for all eternity.
Chen Changan looked at the pleading expression in the other man's eyes and let out a helpless sigh.
Li Yanran joining them had been an accident. He hadn't expected another person to show up now, especially someone who, like them, came from another world.
"If you want my big brother to take you in, you'll have to show us what you're worth."
"Go on, then. What can you bring to the table?"
"I... Oh, right. I know of a place, a very secluded one. No one else should know about it. There are heavenly treasures there. Not many, but they're real."
Hmm?
Heavenly treasures?
"You... you know of a place like that? Then why didn't you gather them?" Da Huang asked, puzzled.
"Am I crazy? Why would I drag around that kind of dead weight?"
"I just didn't expect heavenly treasures to be so rare in the Eternal Land."
"Think about it. Even if someone from the Eternal Land got their hands on a heavenly treasure, they'd become a target for everyone. And that goes double for me."
"I'm not about to invite trouble. It's not like I'm a masochist."