Daoist Yangmei felt as if he was getting a little drowsy. In a dazed voice, he said to Qin Xi, "Do you think we'll be able to find the Masked Man this time?"
Every mission they took on when they went out had always been very clear: capture the Masked Man, or disrupt his plans.
When Qin Xi heard Daoist Yangmei's voice, he placed both hands behind his head and looked at the moon and stars in the sky. He really was thinking about that question as well, and said to Daoist Yangmei, "I don't even know what I've been doing all this time, but having this one goal all along and still being unable to accomplish it really is frustrating."
Of course, Daoist Yangmei understood Qin Xi's feelings very well too. He turned over and looked in Qin Xi's direction, saying to him, "Don't be anxious. With friends like us by your side, we'll definitely get this matter resolved."
Seeing Daoist Yangmei's earnest expression, Qin Xi's lips curved up slightly, and his mood really became very good. He also looked toward Daoist Yangmei, tilted his head back a little, and said, "Yes. With all of you by my side, I feel as if my body is filled with strength."
Just like that, the two of them stopped talking. Daoist Yangmei recalled what Qin Xi had said and felt that Qin Xi truly had that kind of personal charisma. Whether in that immortal Chat Group, or between him and Ancestor Hongjun, he treated everyone with sincerity, and they truly treated Qin Xi with sincerity as well.
Qin Xi looked at the distant sky for a while. Feeling a breeze blow past, bringing a faint chill, he remembered that it was night after all, and in this kind of desolate wilderness,