Li Ye curiously asked, "I am also a disciple of the Four Seasons Sect. May I have the honor to meet the elder beaver here?"
Upon hearing his words, the beaver lifted its head and glanced at him.
Its small eyes still devoid of any spark.
It shook its head slowly.
"No."
"Great-grandfather has already merged his body and bones entirely into Ruoquan Island."
"No one can see him anymore, not even you, not even... Master Su Xing."
The last sentence was so faint that even Li Ye didn't catch it.
As it spoke, it slowly lowered its head, hiding its face in the shadows of its body, and said:
"Honored guest, is there anything else you require?"
Its voice suddenly became somewhat stiff.
"..."
Even Yang Ke sensed that something was wrong this time.
The last time he came here with his friends, the beavers had the same businesslike demeanor, but not this stiffness.
To him, it felt as if the beaver had turned into a zombie, gloomy and uncomfortable.
"You..."
