Pei Ye blinked several times in silence, unable to utter a word, until he couldn't hold back anymore and lowered his head to laugh quietly.
Watching him, Sui Zaihua also laughed heartily.
The threads of rain under the eaves had already disappeared, and the clear, cool air poured into the room.
Pei Ye chuckled for a while, then embarrassedly admitted, "This is too..."
He quieted down, resting his hand on the Jade Tiger's scabbard, and gazed at the vast distant mountains outside the door, feeling something surging upwards within him, as if the visible, vast path ahead was right there in the distance.
But he quickly remembered something and hesitated, "Lord Sui... I have some things on me... things that are quite critical to my life..."
"The Divine Spirit worshipped by the Zhushi Sect?"
"Yes..." Pei Ye frowned as he leaned on the bed, "I need to figure out how to deal with it first..."
