He said to Qin Xi, "What, I only said a few words, and you're already getting impatient with me?"
When he said it, it sounded as if a married couple were arguing, and he seemed just like a resentful wife shut away in her chambers.
Qin Xi was extremely impatient and said to Daoist Yangmei, "Yes, yes, yes. If you keep talking like that, I really will leave you here."
Daoist Yangmei immediately shut his mouth. He also knew that Qin Xi could have quite a temper sometimes.
Qin Xi looked at Daoist Yangmei and said to him, "The matter of the Masked Man is very important. We all have to resolve it as soon as possible. Only then can Qin Dao turn danger into safety, and only then can all these troublesome matters around me be settled."
Daoist Yangmei, of course, knew that too. It was just that he was the kind of person whose mouth was usually especially loose, and he rather liked saying all kinds of pointless things.
Qin Xi and the others rushed north the whole way. After only one day of travel, they all felt as if their bodies were about to fall apart, so they found a ruined temple and rested there for the night.
The place let in drafts from every direction, and to Qin Xi and the others, it truly felt especially crude. But when people were away from home, they had no say in things; having even a place like this to shelter them from wind and rain was already very good.
Everyone gathered around a fire. Qin Xi woke in the latter half of the night and let Di Qun go rest, the two of them taking turns.
Di Qun truly had no other choice, so she lay down on