A year ago, when he went to Xinyue, misled by that Spirit Beast Mountain Golden Core cultivator, Wang Qi had thought the Dabai Village villagers were all dead. Seeing them now, he felt somewhat glad. The villagers, meanwhile, regarded Wang Qi as a fellow companion who had narrowly escaped death, and were even friendlier toward him. They chatted in earnest for a while.
Afterward, Wang Qi claimed that the long journey had left him exhausted and that he wished to rest. Tie Zhu led him to the Wang Family's old residence. "Heh heh, Wang Qi, I knew you weren't dead. Two or three people have been living in this house, but we never touched any of your things! We even kept your room and cleaned it regularly!"
Wang Qi nodded. "You've been thoughtful."
The whole village had, in a sense, died together once. Naturally, he did not care about such minor matters.
After Tie Zhu left, Wang Qi sat down. With a grim expression, he sent a spiritual-sense message to Zhen Chanzi. "Has that guy been monitoring this place?"
Zhen Chanzi snorted. "You could sense that fellow's spiritual awareness yourself."
"Then that's good." Wang Qi's expression eased slightly as he asked aloud, "What do you think of the Chiyang Sect?"
Zhen Chanzi sighed sentimentally. "The Chiyang Immortal Sect, heh, its ancestors had once been glorious too! Seventeen thousand years ago, it was a powerhouse in its own right. Who would have thought it would fall to such a state?"
Wang Qi shook his head. "That's not what I'm asking... Put it this way. Just tell me directly: can the Chiyang Sect's cultivation methods damage one's brain?"
"Kid, even if you look down on the old methods, you should know that no one would create a technique that lowers one's intelligence!"