He felt like an old man, guarding a large yard all alone with no interests, and he realized that he didn't enjoy solitude; it would be better to find someone to chat and drink with.
Having stayed in the yard on Immortal Medicine Island for six or seven days already, he would go mad if it continued like this. No matter what, he had to go out for a walk tonight.
He thought of the Red Demonic Spirit and the Black Demonic Spirit. Right, why hadn't those two come to see him? Had they really found partners and forgotten about him? Otherwise, why would this happen?
He had heard quite a few rumors that the two had changed their names. They changed their names without even telling him, and he was kept in the dark. It seemed they had truly forgotten about him.
Alas, what could he do? It was self-inflicted, and that's just reality. Who couldn't live without whom? Loneliness was the only constant.
Li Mo came in with food.
