Ye Lin had no idea that Li Zheng had gone mad. He was leisurely strolling through the Starry Sky with Luo Yao in his arms.
"Little old man, I've fulfilled your wish for you."
Ye Lin took out the little old man's ashes and scattered them into this unmarked Starry Sky.
The little old man had been a good man, and rather amusing too.
But what a pity. Ye Lin had offered him a hundred years of lifespan, yet he had refused.
Still, death was fine. Death was fine.
For a mortal, gaining a hundred years of lifespan for no reason at all was not necessarily a good thing.
"Brother Ye Lin, Luo Yao will never go out to play again."
Luo Yao buried her little head in Ye Lin's arms and spoke softly.
Having watched one friend after another march toward death with her own eyes, how could she not be sad?
This was the first time she had realized that Longevity might not be such a good thing after all.
The world outside was too frightening.
"Go out? We never had a home to begin with. Where does this talk of going out come from?"
Ye Lin was briefly stunned by Luo Yao's words, then smiled.
They had never had a home to begin with. Where did this notion of going out come from?
"No home? Luo Yao feels that wherever Brother Ye Lin is, that is home."
"Perhaps. The world is vast—what place cannot be home?"
"Loyal bones lie buried beneath green hills everywhere; wherever one goes, there one may be laid to rest."
Ye Lin laughed heartily, then carried Luo Yao back to the star where they had previously been in seclusion.
After arriving in a blank stretch of Starry Sky, Ye Lin began contacting Bao