Jing Jiu turned to look at Zhao Layue without speaking.
Zhao Layue's eyes were wide, somewhat puzzled.
Jing Jiu was thinking.
His view of all things remained the same as in his previous life, unchanged. He had never considered entering the world to gain insight, because that would be too deliberate.
The nine days in the mountain village at the very beginning had merely been to adjust to this body, and taking Zhao Layue up Divine End Peak had only continued the karmic ties of his previous life.
His gaze left Zhao Layue and turned toward Yuan Qu, who was saying something to Gu Qing in the Dao Hall.
Yuan Qu was a karmic tie of this life. Only Gu Qing had truly come before him of his own accord.
And, of course, there was that Fox Demon from Ying City.
An iron kettle rested on the stove beside the cliff, the black tea within slowly releasing its flavor. Little Lotus crouched before the stove, strands of hair damp with sweat clinging to her cheeks. She looked very pretty.
Looking at her, Jing Jiu thought of Liu S sui.
Like Zhao Layue, Liu S sui was a continuation of his previous life, and like Zhao Layue, he had stepped beyond Jing Jiu's expectations.
Two innate Dao Seeds, neither thinking of quietly cultivating in Green Mountain, instead intent on investigating old cases and working undercover.
Jing Jiu truly did not know what these youngsters were thinking.
He had more or less steered Zhao Layue back onto the proper path, so that she no longer wasted her life investigating the Ascension, but Liu S sui was still walking the road he had chosen himself. Who knew how much more trouble he would encounter?
Liu S sui already had plenty of trouble now.