"Where could I find peace?"
Li Qingxian returned to the Jia-Nine Office, utterly despondent. He read neither storybooks nor other books. That question filled his mind.
When Han Anbo and the other two asked what was wrong, he said it was nothing.
He simply stared out the window in a daze.
Once again, Li Qingxian realized that there truly seemed to be nowhere peaceful in this world.
If there wasn't even a peaceful place, wouldn't my entire life remain shrouded by Devilish Poison, war, the Devil Sect, the Evil Sects, the Demon Race, and all the rest?
Would I have to live forever beneath the shadow of fear?
Li Qingxian suddenly began to miss the other world. It had not been entirely peaceful either, but certain places, at certain times, had offered peace.
Yet in the Qi Kingdom, he truly could not find a single inch of peaceful ground or a single day of peace.
What was the point of living like this?
Li Qingxian spent the entire day lost in confusion, then drifted muddleheadedly to sleep.
After waking, he sat for a long while. Thinking that he could not keep staring blankly forever, he forced himself to get up, forced himself to eat breakfast, and forced himself to study Fate Arts and Daoist techniques.
Yet his entire body felt leaden, and his mind was clouded.
At noon, the three others returned with meals, including Li Qingxian's, and set them on the table.
"Qingxian, time to eat."
Li Qingxian nodded and walked listlessly to the table, where he sat down.
The three ate slowly. Li Qingxian picked up his chopsticks, then set them down again.
After a moment of silence, Li Qingxian asked, "How have things been in the Qi Kingdom over the years? Brother Han, you're older. Tell me."