Silence settled over them for a moment.
Ghost Clown watched Yiyi quietly.
Li Xiao frowned slightly. He did not understand, but he felt that Xiao Yi's Way of the Heroic Wanderer posed a faint threat to his own way of the strong.
A flicker of amusement crossed Bai Ye's eyes. He could see how much Xiao Yi had grown over those ten years. Ten years ago, Xiao Yi had grasped the Way of the Heroic Wanderer through his teacher. Now, his understanding had clearly deepened.
Even a heroic wanderer was human.
The path to understanding was never smooth. Over those ten years, Xiao Yi must have witnessed countless joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, before finally finding his way through them.
It was hard for people to separate grief from happiness. Usually, one completely overwhelmed the other. Yet Xiao Yi had managed it.
The ability to remain happy amid grief was precious.
Not bad. He had already captured a little of a god's essence.
Just then, the wine flask beside them suddenly floated into the air, as though a pair of invisible hands had lifted it steadily before Xiao Yi.
Then it gently filled his cup.
Xiao Yi gazed at the straight stream of wine, momentarily lost in thought.
Ghost Clown smiled. "Yiyi says she's sorry. She misunderstood you. She says you're the true hero."
Xiao Yi broke into a helpless smile. Raising his cup toward the empty air, he said apologetically, "I was carried away by my feelings. I was the one being rude."
With that, he drained his cup again.
"Xiao Yi, my friend, you really have changed a lot in these ten years." Bai Ye raised his cup and drank with him.
"The others were either locked away or spent ten years out of their minds, but