Houses of Different Styles

Qin Xi said, "I don't have any requirements for things like that."

Qin Xi truly had no requirements when it came to houses, so when it had been built, it was just an especially simple common dwelling, made of bamboo at that. The weather here was like spring all year round, and the air was excellent, so there was no need for any particularly complicated craftsmanship.

At such an urgent moment, Daoist Yang Mei could still be this relaxed, chatting with Qin Xi.

Qin Xi also knew Daoist Yang Mei was doing it to help him relax.

After they walked into the room, everything inside was very simple: chairs and tables made of bamboo, with some teacups placed on top. It seemed someone often cleaned this place. Although they had never once come here, Qirui had taken very good care of it.

Daoist Yang Mei said, "The environment here really is quite good. Quiet, secluded, and elegant—very suitable for cultivation."

Then he sat down in the room without the slightest restraint. Daoist Yang Mei said to Qin Xi, "The spiritual energy in this place is so abundant. I wonder if Mediocre Death God might be cultivating here to recover from his injuries."

After all, he had suffered severe injuries. Qin Xi had known Mediocre Death God would be anxious to heal, which was why he had come to this place. He had not expected that guess to turn out right.

Daoist Yang Mei's words truly reminded Qin Xi, and Qin Xi said to Daoist Yang Mei, "Then let's search carefully."

Daoist Yang Mei immediately began searching every room, not even sparing the trees or the ground, but he found nothing at all.

Daoist Yang Mei felt that after all the running around today, it was already afternoon, and he really