Daoist Yang Mei looked at Qin Xi and said, "What do you think? After hearing all this information, do you feel it matches up especially well with the Masked Man?"
Qin Xi had not expected that everything Daoist Yang Mei said would completely hit on what was in his own heart. The two of them truly were friends.
When they heard these things, they could actually think along the same lines.
Qin Xi blinked and looked at the people coming and going outside. It was just past nine in the morning on the street, and people had already left their homes.
In this cold place, the sunlight shining down actually gave people a sense of warmth.
Qin Xi said, "Yes, I think these matters really are connected to the Masked Man. But as for exactly where he is and all that, we still need to search slowly, bit by bit. If this matter isn't resolved, it always feels like there's a thorn in my heart."
Daoist Yang Mei naturally knew what Qin Xi meant by that.
He also let out a deep sigh and said to Qin Xi, "No matter what kind of existence it is, since we've encountered it, we have to deal with it."
Qin Xi truly had not expected Daoist Yang Mei to also be someone who liked sticking his nose into other people's business like this. He glanced at Daoist Yang Mei and said to him, "I thought your personality had changed by now. I didn't expect the old you, the one who stood up against injustice, to still be there."
Qin Xi's words were naturally pointed. After all, Daoist Yang Mei had once been an extremely warmhearted person. Whenever he saw injustice on the road, he would always step forward and lend a hand.
But