"Guessing blindly." Yun Yi’s expression returned to normal, and with a curved eyebrow, she said, before flipping her wrist gently, revealing four or five tubes of ointment in her palm, identical to the ones in Gu Zhiqi’s palm.
"Use mine from now on. Don’t use Su Yunling’s anymore, use sister’s." Yun Yi spoke, and taking the tube of ointment that was in Gu Zhiqi’s palm, she forcefully placed the four or five tubes she held into Gu Zhiqi’s hand.
Since you have your own, why use mine?
Unaware of Gu Zhiqi’s internal confusion, Yun Yi had already unscrewed the lid of the ointment and was randomly applying it to her fingers.
While applying the medicine, she looked around and then noticed that the girl in red and her few guards had disappeared, "Ah, they’ve run off."
"The troublemakers are dealt with, let them run I suppose." Gu Zhiqi said nonchalantly, then lowered her head to fiddle with the purple flower pinched in her hand.
"What kind of flower is this?" Yun Yi, curious since Gu Zhiqi kept fiddling with the ugly little purple flower, casually asked.
Fiddling carefully with the flower’s leaves, Gu Zhiqi responded absentmindedly to Yun Yi’s question, "Soul’s Return to Hometown."
Upon hearing this, Yun Yi took another look at the purple flower and murmured the name softly, "Soul’s Return to Hometown," and then muttered to herself in a low voice, "What a strange name. Does this flower have any uses?"
Not really wanting to explain, Gu Zhiqi pretended not to hear Yun Yi’s question and looking up at Yun Yi said, "Let’s go."
"Go? Aren’t we supposed to investigate a murder case? Just took a stroll, picked a flower, and that’s it?"
Gu Zhiqi: "We are investigating, but not here."
"If not here, then why did you come?" Yun Yi asked with a full head of question marks, looking at Gu Zhiqi.
"To find it." Gu Zhiqi lifted the purple flower in her hand towards Yun Yi.
"It? Is it related to the murder case?" Yun Yi eyed the slightly unattractive purple flower with a hint of investigative interest, examining it from top to bottom.
"You’ll know when the time comes." Gu Zhiqi dismissed the inquiry casually, clearly unwilling to explain further.
Yun Yi realized that this child would rather waste breath on pointless chatter than offer an explanation. "Alright then, I’ll call the helicopter to come pick us up."
As she said this, Yun Yi began to send a message, only to realize after composing it that there was no signal and she couldn’t send it at all.
"There’s no signal here." Yun Yi muttered softly, pocketing her phone, and walked over to Gu Zhiqi, "Let’s go, walk ahead and see if there’s a signal up front."
Gu Zhiqi had originally planned to use her flying technique to leave the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, but considering that there should be a good number of wild herbs within Cloud Mist Mountain, she abandoned the idea of using the technique and continued to navigate through the mountains with Yun Yi.
Now and then, Gu Zhiqi would pick some herbs, with Yun Yi following her leisurely.
Seeing Gu Zhiqi bend over to pick herbs again, Yun Yi lazily leaned against a nearby tree, looking down slightly at Gu Zhiqi, and spoke in a relaxed tone, "Xiao Zhizhi, who did you learn your medicine from?"
"Never studied it, I don’t know medicine." Gu Zhiqi replied offhandedly while continuing to pick herbs.
Could you be any more evasive?
Yun Yi’s mouth twitched slightly, then meaningfully said, "Don’t know medicine, huh."
Then, counting on her fingers, she listed them for Gu Zhiqi to hear. "Bringing back Tang Yichen from Ghost Gate Pass, curing Yun Yan’s internal injuries, treating Old Fu’s wounds... and that is not knowing medicine?"