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Chen Fan silently looked away from the Bamboo Slip. Big Croc and Little Croc were probably Weiwei's parents, but he hadn't expected That One to be stationed in Jiangbei. He'd thought the man had found somewhere quiet to cultivate.
Why did it sound as though he'd been following orders?
The Diary wasn't continuous.
One bamboo strip covered events from year 176 of the Eternal Night Calendar, while the next jumped to year 181.
The Bamboo Slip had been scattered.
Only some of the Bamboo Slips remained.
"Year 181 of the Eternal Night Calendar. So bored."
"Year 183 of the Eternal Night Calendar. I want to fuck someone."
"Year 190 of the Eternal Night Calendar. The rainy season arrived early this year, but with me here, the strange tide doesn't dare come ashore. I really am... amazing."
That One was a little narcissistic.
And he was a man, with all the usual human desires.
Chen Fan silently added those details to his mental picture of That One's personality. Also... the strange tide came ashore from the Sea?
What surprised him most was this.
Someone so powerful still wanted to fuck. He'd assumed the man would have transcended worldly desires.
"Year 198 of the Eternal Night Calendar. The fighting at the front is urgent, and the situation is somewhat dire. I may have no choice but to leave. Once I'm gone, no one will remain to defend this breach. Vast strange tides will come ashore from the seabed, enter Jiangbei, pour into Jiangnan, and ravage the West Pass Plains."
"Fortunately, the aura I leave here can continue to deter the undersea strange tide for 185 years."
"The Heavenly Dao's blessings I received during my twenty-seven years guarding this place have benefited me greatly. If the fighting at the front isn't too