Ning Fan knew there had to be something here he had yet to figure out...
Chu Luohen, who stood some distance from Su Jiu, gazed toward the village chief's house with a thoughtful expression.
By watching the boy's lips, Su Jiu could clearly make out every word he wanted to say.
At the same time, a strange feeling stirred within her. The boy's inability to make a sound was probably once again due to the deity worshipped in this temple.
But why did it not want the boy to tell them these things?
Or... did this deity simply not want the boy to know that the village and the world beyond it used different written scripts?
The thought passed through Su Jiu's mind for only an instant before swiftly flying away. After all, if that really was why the boy had been silenced, it would be far too strange.
To Su Jiu, the village now seemed like an enormous ball of yarn, its strands tangled together in intricate knots, with no end to be found.
There were many things she could only keep trying to deduce. Besides...
Su Jiu glanced at Chu Luohen nearby out of the corner of her eye. Her Junior Granduncle seemed to have plenty of secrets too.
"The Hall of Eternal Life? What a grand claim..."
Yang Guo had not considered the issue of the writing at all, because the words "Hall of Eternal Life" had captured all her attention.
Hearing Yang Guo's words, the boy froze for a moment. "The Hall of Eternal Life... is there something wrong with it?"
This time, his voice returned.
"There are all sorts of things wrong with it. Everyone seeks eternal life, but hardly anyone can truly attain it. Even cultivators will one day grow old, fall ill, and