After leaving Moon Laurel Mountain, Tang Yu walked along a mountain path.
A full moon hung in the sky, casting its brilliant glow over the ground. Tang Yu touched his empty shoulder. The Mecha Fly that had been resting there earlier had vanished.
"Brother Yuan Shi didn't get beaten to death, did he?"
Only a few breaths after he muttered that, a streak of yellow light came buzzing toward him from afar.
It was Yuan Shi's Mecha Fly.
"You're alright, brother?"
The Mecha Fly circled Tang Yu several times and said with lingering fear, "When that heavenly lightning struck, you just disappeared. I thought you'd been blasted to pieces. I was even thinking of putting up a cenotaph for you on that mountain."
"Why, thank you. Your fly can withstand heavenly lightning?"
Tang Yu found it rather strange. That heavenly lightning had been no joke.
"I saw a pretty mature woman on Moon Laurel Mountain and worried it might be unsafe for her to walk alone, so I followed her for a few looks. I hadn't gone far when I saw you get struck by lightning. Just dumb luck, really."
Yuan Shi's awkward chuckle came from the Mecha Fly.
Tang Yu understood. He often did such kindhearted things himself—escorting lone young wives home, watching girls bathe so they would not drown, and hoping they would repay his benevolence in kind afterward. Unfortunately, there were too many ungrateful wretches in this world. More often than not, they repaid kindness with hostility, which was truly infuriating.
"It wasn't easy for you to survive against those two families. I suggest you don't even think about returning to the south for the next six months. This grand formation has sealed off the entire border. Crossing it is far too risky, and the secret art