Ancient Color Strange People looked and froze in confusion.
"When you understand why he died smiling, you’ll know why he died."
Ancient Color Strange People was about to speak when he suddenly heard footsteps.
A series of footsteps he was very familiar with.
"Xiao Gu, do we have guests?"
The voice of Qíngyī came from outside the courtyard.
Ancient Color Strange People’s heart panicked, and he looked at Jiang Dali with extreme tension.
That look, fearful and horrified.
Even carrying an expression that Players should never have—one of begging for mercy.
The voice of Qíngyī grew closer.
Ancient Color Strange People shouted, "Don’t come over," and immediately dashed out of the courtyard like a madman, vanishing without a trace.
Jiang Dali silently watched as Ancient Color Strange People left, without stopping him.
He only heard the muffled groans of a woman outside, apparently Ancient Color Strange People had knocked out the woman before taking her away.
This might be the first one to leave his vegetable garden of chives in such a manner.
A red shadow flashed, and the figure of Dongfang Bubai appeared, "Why did you fight so desperately just now?"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, "Would you fight desperately for Sunflower?"
"Maybe in the past, but not now."
Jiang Dali was curious, "Why?"
Dongfang Bubai spoke indifferently, "Now, I’ve seen a new path."
Jiang Dali clicked his tongue in amazement and laughed, "The principle is the same, then. Having heard the Dao in the morning, one may die in the evening content. If I didn’t fight for my Path of Great Strength, even if I lived on, I wouldn’t be Jiang Dali anymore."
Dongfang Bubai shifted the topic, "Why let that Strange Person go? He was once under your command, but now has chosen to betray you."
Jiang Dali sighed, "Sometimes, betrayal isn’t something hateful but rather enlightening, giving rise to new insights."
"Don’t you think that people in the Martial World can change too? The Ancient Color from before and now are very different, after all. The world of martial arts, it changes people."
Dongfang Bubai fell silent.
Can the Martial World change people?
Had She ever changed?
Jiang Dali, flicking his blade, took a Golden Wind Jade Dew Pill to recover from his injuries, and grabbed the corpse of the domineering sword wielder to carry it, saying, "I’ll bury him right here in this mansion. This is probably the first time as Black Wind Village Chief that I’ve had to take care of both killing and burying, consider it a thanks for him managing to actually hurt Laozi for once."
Dongfang Bubai said impassively, "It took us two days to travel here, and in less than half the time it takes an incense stick to burn you achieved your goal. Are we immediately starting our journey back?"
Jiang Dali, skillfully digging a hole with his golden knife, said with a confident smile, "The Yellow River flows into Luoshui, where the spring water encircles Xiong’s dwelling.
Having come all this way to Luoyang, of course, I want to eat and drink to my heart’s content and explore the famous Art House before it’s worth the trip.
I’ve heard that the roast chicken and the donkey meat soup in Luoyang are quite good. I’m starving after the fight, so let’s give them a try! It seems like a fun idea for me, the fierce and ruthless Black Wind Village Chief, to take you, Dongfang Bubai, to the Art House for some roast chicken, doesn’t it?"
Dongfang Bubai looked toward Jiang Dali, who was digging a hole with his butt up in the air, and the corners of her eyes revealed a barely noticeable smile.
It’s probably just a ruffian like him who would still proudly proclaim himself to be fierce and ruthless after gaining a bit of fame, mentioning it as if he were a small scoundrel of the Martial World.
Yet, Jiang Dali, who was digging the hole, had a smile in his eyes, sneakily checking the panel to see the biggest gain from this encounter...
(Let’s continue updating in the daytime. Cast your monthly ticket, going to sleep. Also, what else do you think is good to eat in Luoyang?)