It was not just Jiang Man who was curious about He Que's records. The others were quite curious too.
He had been unconscious for so long that, even linking the records from before and after, there should have been a gap.
Normally, no one would have cared about that gap.
But throughout their journey, He Que had been meticulous, recording every detail, great or small.
That left everyone curious about how exactly he had handled that blank period.
What would an honest record look like?
How would he record it honestly?
Jiang Man asked him about it.
His answer was perfectly normal too.
He said he had recorded the facts honestly, without any bias.
So how exactly had he recorded it?
In the end, Han Meixue wheedled and pestered him, tugging and shaking He Que's sleeve for quite a while before finally getting his notebook.
This was what it said.
July 1.
Everyone in the Shelter was panicking. Many hoped Jiang Man, as the person in charge, would do something. But he said he needed to cultivate.
July 2.
The atmosphere was oppressive, and many people were struggling to bear it. As Recruitment Expansion Coordinator and manager of the Shelter, Jiang Man turned a blind eye and continued cultivating. Today, he even wanted to knock everyone unconscious.
I questioned whether he was being inhumane.
Mid-to-late July.
The atmosphere was no longer oppressive. The mountain range had shattered, the Moonlit Sect lay in ruins, and reorganization had begun. As Recruitment Expansion Coordinator, Jiang Man was still cultivating. That was about it.
Han Meixue flipped through it and found great stretches of blank space in the middle, without a single word.
"What about the middle?" Jiang Man asked curiously. "Not even an explanation?"
"If he explained, it might no longer count as