Upon reaching a realm where he could leave the mountain, he never thought about going out. He felt that for the better part of his life, surviving was already no easy task.
Now, the village had food and drink, and there were younger generations. Living like this was quite good, just guarding Jinlan Mountain was enough.
Yu Ziqing took out a chair and a small table, sat next to the old man, brewed some tea, and listened to the host's somewhat flamboyant and alarmist speculations from the Jade Tablet, treating it as background noise.
"Uncle Zhao, why did you come to the village entrance today?"
"I heard you came back, so I was specially waiting for you here," Uncle Zhao replied leisurely, getting straight to the point.
"Oh, it's rare for you to find me. If there's anything you need, just let me know."
Yu Ziqing happily poured tea, not asking why Uncle Zhao didn't look for the village chief.
"Zhao... that butcher boy, after wandering outside for these years, found it meaningless.
