But what did this ninety percent mean?
Ye Lin suddenly frowned.
A ninety percent had appeared on the panel.
But what exactly did this ninety percent mean?
Could it be...
A flash of insight suddenly struck Ye Lin's mind.
He had just rejected the marriage, which was why this ninety percent had appeared.
Rejecting the marriage had caused Yue Qingyi's destiny to veer off course, and that was why this ninety percent had appeared.
Did that mean that if he could turn this ninety percent into zero percent, Yue Qingyi's death tribulation would be completely gone?
The more Ye Lin thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
But all of this was still only Ye Lin's conjecture. Next, he would have to verify it properly.
With that in mind, Ye Lin pushed Yue Qingyi in the direction she pointed, heading toward her residence.
From here on, he only needed to rely on the panel and devise every possible way to help Yue Qingyi evade her death tribulation.
As long as his earlier thought was correct, he had absolute confidence that he could completely eliminate Yue Qingyi's death tribulation.
In no time, Ye Lin arrived at Yue Qingyi's residence. It was very simple: a small courtyard nestled among the mountains, with a tiny house suspended between two great trees within it.
That was all there was to it. The surroundings were exceptionally quiet, broken now and then by bursts of birdsong.
After helping Yue Qingyi into the house, Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the steps outside.
The house was simple as well. Aside from a small bed and a table, there was nothing else.
"Are you... not coming in?"
Yue Qingyi, seated on the bed, looked at Ye Lin outside in silence for a moment before finally speaking.
"No. Just