Pei Ye felt as if he was completely obscured by a deeper, heavier curtain. He had always firmly believed that rejecting and then enduring the pain was the correct path to a vast world, but now he deeply doubted it.
The young man suddenly squatted down, clutching his hair. Even when he was alone on Xin Cang Mountain facing the Immortal Lord, he had never felt such complete confusion and helplessness, as if he was in a fog without a heart, urgently needing someone to pull him out, or at least point him in a firm direction.
It was at this moment that Yang Yan's voice came from the side.
"I fucking thought you were squatting here taking a shit!" The young man inexplicably pushed him, "What are you doing? Fang Jidao has sent over a message, saying that Mr. Qi has invited you to her house."
-----------------
Qi Zhaohua lived by the water.