Xia'er didn't explain anything. She simply sent Zhou You away, then slammed the door shut.
As for what came after...
There really wasn't much after that.
Xia'er sealed the script, handled the aftermath, gave the villagers a simple explanation, and the troupe set off once more.
And so, things returned to their monotonous routine.
Trading, collecting taxes, trading, collecting taxes, with the occasional performance. Fortunately, nothing unusual happened again afterward.
The audience members were all ordinary anomalies—though that might sound a little strange—but at least there was nothing like before, nothing terrifying enough to make even Zhou You's skin crawl. Other than a few unfortunate natural disasters they ran into, no one in the troupe died.
What was that saying again? In this damned world, an uneventful life was the greatest blessing.
After that, Zhou You took the stage a few more times, and the troupe's opinion of him was generally quite favorable. Xia'er even wanted to invite him to become an official actor several times.
But Zhou You still declined.
To him, the troupe did indeed feel like home, and life there was indeed quite good. But all the same, Zhou You was ultimately just a passerby—or rather, he was only a passerby to everyone in the script.
They met, they went through things together, and then they parted.
That was all. There were no exceptions.
As they drew closer and closer to Paradise, the troupe also began to get busier.
First, there were more and more settlements—Zhou You had even seen an underground city much like his own. Though it was smaller, it was still a proper city.
But unlike those villages that revered them as gods, the city's management was indifferent toward them. Thinking about it, that was normal. Areas of this scale were directly under Paradise's