The last moments of life are undoubtedly painful.
They cannot forget the scene of devastation, even Yan Sinian’s cold heart was touched.
No wonder no one is willing to bring it up.
After hearing this, Yue Qingqing had a terrible guess in her mind.
"Could it be that Master..."
...is the Heavenly Dao?
No, that’s not scientific.
Master said the Heavenly Dao has no emotions, like a cold scythe gliding over the land.
Cutting down those tall crops.
But even though Master seemed unreliable, his love for her was genuine. Yue Qingqing couldn’t believe he’d strike her down with lightning.
Maybe Master’s death and the collapse of the Heavenly Dao were not directly related.
Was it just because his cultivation base was too high, allowing him to sense these changes first?
Yue Qingqing shook her head, unable to figure it out. Zhou Yiran pushed the dish towards his junior sister.
"That was all in the past life, why think so much? Maybe the old man also came to this world, and we can just ask him then?"
Yue Qingqing suddenly remembered, "Jiang Jingze mentioned an old man who visited his house when he was young. From his description, he sounded a bit like Master."
Gong Qiming curled his lip, "Where is he now?"
"Don’t know, can’t find him." Yue Qingqing didn’t want to say that Jiang Jingze always thought the man was just a swindler.
But Master did resemble a swindler.
Sometimes he’d lean against the city wall pretending to be a blind fortune teller, spewing nonsense for money.
Sometimes he’d insist she help him cheat by reading clues from the fortune teller’s aura and secretly transmitting them to him.
Totally unreliable, just to cheat a few copper coins.
"Stop thinking about it, that old man is best at pretending to be mysterious. If he wanted to find us, he would’ve done so already, now that I’m so famous."
Yan Sinian sneered, and Gong Qiming immediately glared back.
"What? Got a problem?"
Yan Sinian said coldly, "Want to fight?"
Gong Qiming, who was about to throw a punch, immediately chickened out and focused on his food.
"Tch, forget it, it’s not that I’m afraid of you. I just have a shoot in a few days and need to take care of my face. Unlike you, who wears a mask every day and doesn’t care what you look like."
Yan Sinian cast him a cold glance, while Zhou Yiran fanned the flames.
"If it were me, I wouldn’t take it. Isn’t it time to teach him a lesson?"
Gong Qiming glared at him, "Fight him yourself then, what kind of hero are you, egging others on?"
Zhou Yiran arrogantly fiddled with his watch.
"Someone of my status, fighting is too immature. Believe it or not, I can buy your agency and make you work for me for life."
"Damn, shameless capitalist!" Gong Qiming couldn’t help but curse him.
This guy was probably the best at adapting to modern society.
Exuding the stench of money.
Zhou Yiran wasn’t ashamed but proud, eagerly continuing the topic.
"I think you’re suited to play a clown in comedies. How about I get you a couple of family-friendly New Year movies? Guaranteed to boost your fame."
"Screw that!" Gong Qiming quickly objected, "Don’t ruin my image, how can this face do comedies?"
Zhou Yiran: "Seems you can’t accurately assess yourself yet."
Yue Qingqing, however, found inspiration from Gong Qiming’s earlier words.
"Right, after my show with junior brother airs, will senior brother see me too?"
Gong Qiming: "Who knows if Lin Haoqiu watches entertainment shows?"
Yue Qingqing thought about it and realized it was unlikely.
If his past life’s personality was placed in this world, he’d probably be a loyal news or documentary viewer.
Watching variety shows seemed far-fetched.
Looks like she still wasn’t prominent enough.
When would senior brother finally see her?