Chapter 1560: Chapter 1560: A Feather
Qin Yi rolled his eyes and said, "Take a good look at my face."
Yin Qianqian looked puzzled, "It’s very handsome, what’s the matter?"
"Can’t you see something else?"
Yin Qianqian shook her head in confusion, "Did you not wash your face this morning?"
"Go play somewhere else."
Qin Yi jokingly scolded her.
"Besides being handsome and charming, can’t you see the righteousness and innocence? Do you think someone as brave and honest as me would plot against anyone?"
Yin Qianqian couldn’t hold it any longer and made a vomiting gesture.
Qin Yi laughed, stood up, and looked at Yun Mengyao, saying:
"This shouldn’t be your current state."
"When the revenge for your parents is complete, you can grieve then."
Yun Mengyao was in a bad state now, her face was pale, and she looked very tired.
"Take me to where your parents used to live, maybe we can discover something."
Yun Mengyao gently nodded.
...
Yun Mengyao’s father was the former Clan Leader of the Feather Clan, and his residence was quite large.
However, as they say, "out of sight, out of mind," this huge estate was now abandoned, overgrown with weeds, and covered in fallen leaves.
Yet, from the surroundings, one could tell that it was once tastefully and elegantly arranged.
Qin Yi and the others went through every room.
But other than dusty furniture, there was nothing to see.
"Too much time has passed, it might be difficult to find any clues now."
Yin Qianqian whispered to Qin Yi.
Qin Yi sighed deeply, indeed it was like that.
Yun Mengyao looked mournful, her gaze vacant.
"Are you okay?"
Yin Qianqian looked worriedly at Yun Mengyao.
Indeed, women are fickle; at first, Yin Qianqian found Yun Mengyao bothersome, but now she was so caring.
Maybe after spending a lot of time together, bonds formed between people.
Yun Mengyao gently shook her head, her voice hoarse from crying, and said:
"I grew up here when I was young, it was very beautiful back then."
"That swing was made by my father with his own hands when I was a child, I can still remember him pushing me on it."
"And the notches on the door frame were made by my mother, every time I grew a little, she would carve another mark, hoping I’d grow up quickly."
"But now that I have grown up, they are gone."
As Yun Mengyao reminisced, she spoke on and on, unknowingly she was already in tears.
A child wanting to care for their parents but them no longer being present is indeed one of the saddest things.
At present, Yun Mengyao no longer showed her previous arrogance, her Essence Energy and spirit were gone.
Yin Qianqian, heart aching, hugged her tightly and softly consoled:
"Don’t be too sad! You’re not alone, you have us, we’re family."
Qin Yi sighed slightly, at this moment, the only thing he could do was find the killer so that Yun Mengyao could emerge from her grief.
He liked that optimistic, jovial, yet stubborn and willful Yun Mengyao.
Divine Thought slowly spread out, Qin Yi was unwilling to give up, hoping to find some kind of clue.
But in the end, he found nothing.
The time had long passed, and even if there were clues, they had been washed away by time.
Just as Qin Yi was about to retract his Divine Thought, suddenly his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
He sensed a faint aura.
Qin Yi walked over; this used to be a small garden, but now the plants had long withered, and even the soil had cracked.
Qin Yi followed the faint aura, dug up the soil, and found a ten-centimeter-long object, resembling a fragment of a longsword or a large knife.
Qin Yi picked it up, repeatedly inspected it; regular weapons couldn’t possibly carry their owner’s aura, unless strong warriors’ weapons used for a long time might be imbued with such aura.
It was said the killer was extremely skilled, often striking with a single decisive blow.
Could this fragment have been left by the killer?
But it didn’t make sense; for a weapon capable of silencing a Transcendance Tribulation Stage expert with a single blow, how could it break?
Qin Yi pondered over it incessantly, unable to make sense of it.
"Was your father’s weapon a sword?"
Qin Yi turned to look at Yun Mengyao and asked.
Yun Mengyao suddenly looked up, "Have you found something?"
Qin Yi shook his head, "No, just asking randomly."
He wasn’t sure who left the fragment, and hoped not to mention it only to disappoint Yun Mengyao.
Yun Mengyao’s gaze dimmed, "No, my father’s weapon was the Feather that is innate to our Feather Clan."
Feather?
Qin Yi’s eyes lit up; this fragment looked somewhat familiar; originally thinking it was a fragment of a sharp weapon, it turned out to be a Feather.
However, this Feather had been around for too long; it had turned black and was covered in dirt, so it looked like a fragment of a sharp weapon.
This Feather should’ve been left by Yun Mengyao’s father because Feathers are innate to the Feather Clan, always nourished by the body, hence retaining the owner’s aura.
This being Yun Mengyao’s father’s residence, finding one of his Feathers here was perfectly normal.
Qin Yi felt slightly disappointed, thinking he found a clue, only to be left with a false hope.
But just as he was about to discard the Feather, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
This Feather was caked with dirt; exposed to air for a long time, the earth dried and cracked, revealing faint glimmers of gold.
Gold?
Qin Yi’s eyes flickered; Yun Mengyao’s Feather was multicolored, he hadn’t seen any other Feather Clan members, if none were golden, then this Feather might just be a clue.
Qin Yi discreetly stored the Feather away.
Without confirming the killer, Qin Yi wouldn’t speak of it to Yun Mengyao to avoid raising false hopes only to lead to greater disappointment.
"Let’s head back!"
Qin Yi said; staying here longer would only deepen Yun Mengyao’s sorrow.
Qin Yi said this and then shook the dirt off his hands from earlier while retrieving the Feather, they were coated with soil.
"Hmm?"
Qin Yi’s expression suddenly turned puzzled.
He brought his hand to his nose, and a faint fragrance swept through.
Strange?
Qin Yi frowned; logically, the soil in the garden should have had a rotting stench, how could there be a fragrance?
Qin Yi sniffed again, confirming it; the soil on his hands indeed emitted a faint fragrance, very light, undetectable without close observation.
"Miss Yin, come over here for a moment."
Qin Yi called out to Yin Qianqian.
Yin Qianqian left Yun Mengyao sitting for a while and walked over to Qin Yi.
Qin Yi extended his hand, "Smell this, what does my hand smell like?"
Yin Qianqian’s face instantly turned dark, disgruntled as she looked at Qin Yi’s soil-covered hand, "Are you looking for trouble playing tricks now?"
Qin Yi smiled bitterly, "Seriously, it’s no joke; the smell of the soil is unusual."
"Are you sure?" Yin Qianqian looked at him suspiciously, "You aren’t planning to smear mud on my face while I smell it, are you?"
Qin Yi was baffled, "Young lady, I’m serious."
"If you dare to smear mud on my face, you’re dead."
Yin Qianqian said, moving forward to sniff, her brows furrowed unwittingly, then she pondered for a moment and said, "It’s the scent of Divine Woman’s Tears."
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