Old Tian trembled as he mumbled: "Spiritual Medicine Land, this is a paradise suitable for growing spiritual medicine, why is it all planted with peach blossoms? It's simply a waste..."
Zhao Yi reached out and tightly covered Old Tian's mouth.
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
"Old Tian, if you don't want to be buried here as fertilizer, don't say nonsense."
Zhao Yi slowly released his hand, and Old Tian quieted down, unbelievably pointed ahead and asked:
"Master Zhao..."
The Liang Sisters held hands, their bodies started to tremble, shaking more and more.
Zhao Yi quickly stepped forward and kicked their clasped hands apart, interrupting their linked investigation.
"Don't look where you shouldn't. How many times did I say on the road, be honest and act like grandsons once we're here!"
Faced with Zhao Yi's anger, the Liang Sisters didn't dare to talk back this time, not even a glance in response.
Because they had just detected the great fear beneath the peach forest.
Zhao Yi turned to Tan Wenbin, saying: "I didn't expect you to play with such extravagance, daring to be neighbors with such an existence?"
Tan Wenbin: "Is Mr. Zhao disappointed?"
Zhao Yi shook his head: "No, very pleasantly surprised."
Tan Wenbin: "Hmm, it's good that you're not disappointed."
Zhao Yi: "How should I go to see it?"
Tan Wenbin pointed ahead: "Just walk in, if it wants to see you, it will. If not... you might die."
Zhao Yi: "Li Zhiyuan can, why can't I, with the Zhao surname?"
Tan Wenbin took out a little notebook from his pocket: "Can I interpret this sentence as a last will that needs to be recorded?"
"Yes, don't forget to send it back to Jiujiang for me."
"Certainly."
Zhao Yi walked down the embankment, came to the edge of the peach forest, and began to take deep breaths.
Tan Wenbin watched the scene with his arms crossed.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Yi spoke into the peach forest the next moment:
"I am very good friends with Li Zhiyuan. We have been through many storms together and know each other as confidants. He introduced this place to me and invited me to pay my respects. Today, I have come here, hoping you will pardon my intrusion."
Then, Zhao Yi stepped forward and walked inside.
This is a place of danger, but it is also a place of opportunity. Li Zhiyuan must have gained a lot of benefits here, so I⦠must try as well.
Facing a treasure land and not daring to enter, that would be the real joke!
Pieces of peach blossoms fell around Zhao Yi, forming a path of fallen petals, guiding Zhao Yi to continue forward.
Zhao Yi smiled, he was acknowledged by the terrifying presence beneath the peach forest!
At this moment, Zhao Yi turned his head to observe Tan Wenbin's expression on the embankment.
Tan Wenbin just tapped his arms with his fingertips, showing no emotion.
Actually, Tan Wenbin was quite surprised inside, knowing even Brother Xiao Yuan had to rely on his connection and similarity with the great figure inside to communicate.
But Zhao Yi, he truly went in just like that.
After advancing a bit further inward, a shadow appeared in front of Zhao Yi, very blurry, not showing its true appearance.
Zhao Yi bowed deeply: "Greetings, senior."
A hoarse voice sounded:
"Do you know why I allowed you to come in?"
Zhao Yi: "I'm dull, please enlighten me, senior."
"Because you are just like me."
Zhao Yi's heart filled with a knowing joy, just as he had expected.
From a senior seeing an old self in a young person, this counts as a high praise and acknowledgment.
Yet, he had to maintain a humble demeanor, Zhao Yi bent deeper and responded:
"I'm overwhelmed, senior must have been an extraordinarily talented figure back in the day, what merits do I have to be mentioned in the same breath as you?"
"Ha... you don't know?"
"I'm..." Zhao Yi lifted his head, not overly humble, but frankly said, "It's a mutual recognition."
"Correct, because of the identical nature, it can be considered mutual recognition indeed."
Zhao Yi gradually relaxed, wanting to continue fostering closeness: "To resemble senior even a little is already an unparalleled..."
"You are like me:
Facing a towering mountain, yet not daring to climb. As long as the mountain stands there, we are oppressed for that duration.
Pressed till our spirits dim, pressed till we can't breathe, pressed till we get used to the pressure.
The laughable part is, that mountain might have never even glanced at us from the start.
You are like me, equally pitiful."
Zhao Yi: "..."
