Ren Ye sat on the rim of the well, his chin propped in both hands, his expression intent as he carefully reasoned through all the information he had.
After meeting Zhou Taozhi, he had felt very close to the truth. But the clues were still too scattered, and he needed to rearrange them logically, then verify and cross-check them against Zhao Mi one by one.
The sky was dark, the wilderness quiet.
Time ticked by, and his eyes grew brighter.
Seeing his almost lovestruck expression, the Storyteller could not bear to interrupt his thoughts. Only after waiting patiently for a long time did he finally see Ren Ye slowly stand.
"That should be it...!"
Ren Ye nodded repeatedly, his expression excited as he muttered to himself.
"What should be it?" the Storyteller could not help asking.
Ren Ye slowly turned toward him and said hoarsely, "Without question, Zhao Mi is currently the prime suspect in the theft of my Origin Eyes. But to establish that he's that shameless thief, we have to work out his motives and the logic behind his actions, including his psychological profile-his personality, behavioral traits, and so on...!"
The Storyteller's eyes lit up. Then, after a pause, he said, "Psychological profile?! What an evocative phrase."
Ignoring his praise, Ren Ye frowned. "All these years, no matter what happened in Delusion Village or the Zhao Family, Zhao Mi insisted that I spend two hours at his house every night, secretly peering into my Star Core to comprehend the three thousand Great Daos. That almost pathological persistence is enough to show that he's utterly obsessed with cultivation. Put plainly, he could go without sex, but not without cultivating."
"He's a hardcore one," the Storyteller agreed.
"With that basic personality profile, a lot of his behavior becomes easy to