"Qin Xi, where did you come from?"
Qin Xi looked at Qin Dao. True, while they had been chatting, he had never said where he came from. If he told him he came from the Heavenly Dao Dojo in the Primordial World, who knew what Qin Dao would think—would he take him for a madman, or some other kind of person?
But after thinking it over, Qin Xi let it go. As long as he could live a very good life in the mortal world, that was enough.
He looked at Qin Dao and said, "I came from Kyoto. The city there is relatively big. If you ever get the chance, you could go there and try to develop yourselves."
When Qin Dao heard Qin Xi say this, he looked at the different aura surrounding Qin Xi, and finally understood completely why Qin Xi carried himself this way. People from big cities really were different. He said to Qin Xi, "People from a small place like ours shouldn't go to places like that."
After all, life there was very hard too. As he said this, he was still remembering how he had once gone to Kyoto himself, but he had indeed suffered a huge setback there before coming back.
Hearing Qin Dao say this, Qin Xi also recalled the story he had seen in the footage about Qin Dao and that girl, and how Qin Dao had returned to this place heartbroken, slowly beginning to change his temperament.
He looked at Qin Dao and said, "Stretch out your hand and let me take a look."
As he spoke, Qin Dao's hand was already on the table, and without allowing any argument, Qin Xi had already placed his own fingers on his pulse. Then he closed his eyes and carefully diagnosed