Although Cang Xiaoxuan did not quite understand, the Immortal Chiyuan who had awakened her once again had changed a great deal. Her cooking was astonishing as well.
If asked... whether she preferred the current Immortal Chiyuan or the old, more rigid Immortal Chiyuan, she could not answer.
But one thing was certain: she did not reject either of them. And although she occasionally complained about that blockhead, she actually enjoyed it quite a bit inside.
Even getting angry sometimes was a unique kind of enjoyment.
Cang Xiaoxuan quickly finished her bowl of noodles. Do not ask why someone as tiny as her could eat noodles equivalent to a third of her own size without the slightest change in her stomach. The answer was quantum mechanics.
Satisfied, Cang Xiaoxuan set down her bowl. Looking at Fu Hua, who was sitting cross-legged, she adjusted her sleeves before speaking. "I took a look around earlier. In a village ahead, I found quite a few traces of the dead moving about. The person we are looking for may be there."
"Traces of the dead moving about?"
Fu Hua turned her gaze toward Cang Xiaoxuan. Her jade-green eyes held a hint of curiosity. Based on what Cang Xiaoxuan had said, it should not be a ghost. Although ghosts were born after people died, they could not really be described as "the dead moving about."
Besides, Cang Xiaoxuan was rather afraid of ghosts, just like Theresa... If it were ghosts, she would not be this calm. So it was...
But was this not Japan? Why did ancient Japan have such monsters too? Were they not a specialty of Shenzhou?
"How could the dead leave traces of activity? If they are called the dead, does that not mean they are dead?" It was not just Fu Hua;