*Pa!*

A soy sauce bottle landed in the deepest part of Uncle Qin’s heart, shattering and exploding.

The black liquid that splattered out instantly ignited, turning into a mighty blaze that swept forth, furiously scorching every scene in Uncle Qin’s memory.

He stood in the fields with a hoe, the surrounding rice crops burning fiercely.

He pulled a flatbed cart loaded with goods, and the paper effigies on the cart burst into flames.

In the dark and oppressive night, the extinguished eyes rekindled with light and fire, overpowering the lamp flames that had been lit for a second time, illuminating A-Ting, who was weeping beside him, and finally extending beyond the house, gently covering the Matriarch who sat cross-legged with a sword on the steps outside.

On the cliff faces on either side of the abyss where ghosts howled and wolves cried, some faces were clear—these were his formidable opponents. Other faces were blurry—these were individuals he had struck down with a single punch, too quickly to examine in detail.

Ultimately, this great fire engulfed him, standing severely wounded and on the verge of death in the depths of the abyss.

That year, he had failed. He could find countless excuses for himself, but it still couldn’t conceal the fact that he had chosen to run away.

Now, he had failed again. He had once dashed the Matriarch’s hopes and had also failed to protect this second hope.

No longer hesitant, without any doubt, Uncle Qin slowly and firmly drew out the last Gong Jiao seal from his body.

On the dam, Miss Liu watched the sword piercing through her palm, already emitting a cry of unbearable distress.

“This is… Qin Shi Guan Jiao Fa?”

In Miss Liu’s understanding, Qin Shi Guan Jiao Fa should be about endless life, living towards death.

But what this Qin person presented was a suppressive, somber, and death-seeking path.

He had taken another road, which, in the eyes of traditional Qin family members, was absolutely a misguided path, even bordering on sacrilege.

However, for an individual, it was an unconventional approach.

The path ahead was broken. If one didn’t want to wander forever, one had to find a way to jump over it. Only by crossing it could one be qualified to discuss right and wrong.

In the eyes of Liu Yumei and Aunt Liu, Xiao Yuan was the future of the Long Wang family’s revival. In Uncle Qin’s eyes, there was an additional layer: this child was his salvation.

All the Ming Gong drawn from his body completely transformed into Jiao at this moment. They had no physical form yet were truly present, opening their mouths and emitting cries, then beginning to shuttle and wander around Qin Li, occasionally passing through his body.

This was Qin Li’s exclusive *Qimen*, a further step after completely undoing the seal!

His eyes, except for the tiny flicker of light in the center, were covered in black and gray. Although his expression hadn’t changed much, his entire being exuded a strong, chilling aura of death.

“Hmm.”

In an instant, Miss Liu felt a tightness in her chest, followed by a sweet taste in her throat, but out of pride, she stubbornly held back the blood.

Although she knew it was a bit foolish, instinct still overshadowed thought.

But soon, she was surprised to find the long sword had stopped trembling, and the dam, which should have collapsed under the surging impact, suddenly became calm and tranquil.

She looked up again and saw that the evil Jiao circling the Qin person’s body, while helping its master with alternating breathing, was also performing its own respiration.

Originally, without her strenuous support, the terrifying aura that the Qin person now displayed, even if he just stood there doing nothing, would have been enough to shatter this “world.” But now, he had actually completed a self-sustaining cycle of aura.

The pressure he generated was dissolved by himself. He was within this “world” yet independent of it.

Miss Liu pulled out the long sword, ignoring the wound in her palm.

She knew this wasn’t reality, and she also knew that the injuries she sustained now would be similarly borne by her real self.

But such injuries could be healed with some medicine and spiritual elixir, leaving no scars, because she was still young.

She was now finally certain that this person, whom she had mistaken for an errand boy, was absolutely a genuine elder of the Qin family!

It must have been that the persistent pursuit of her had become too well-known, and a Qin family elder disguised himself to observe her.

Miss Liu frowned. She disliked being scrutinized and assessed in this way, as if she were begging to enter his Qin family’s door.

Moreover, for a dignified Qin family elder to hide his aura and come to observe a junior female like herself was truly a disgrace to the family’s reputation!

Fortunately, the Liu family’s secret art only traced personal physical states and associated memories, not actual time reversal.

Otherwise, the misunderstanding caused by this alone could have turned a destined couple into strangers.

Uncle Qin didn’t know what the Matriarch was thinking. He often found the elderly Matriarch inscrutable, let alone the young Matriarch.

Now, his mind, emotions, and gaze were entirely focused on the intense desire to completely smash this “thing” before him.

Uncle Qin raised his fist. Although he didn’t move, the distance between him and it instantly closed.

From an observer’s perspective, it was as if it voluntarily stepped forward, moving into the path of Uncle Qin’s fist, actively taking the blow.

*Bang!*

All it could do was try its best to avoid its head.

The fist struck its chest and then pierced through it.

Uncle Qin’s other hand grabbed its arm.

Countless wrinkles densely appeared around the two of them. Each wrinkle, for an ordinary person, represented unbearable pressure, but at this moment, they couldn’t stop Uncle Qin’s movements.

Uncle Qin successfully grabbed its arm, retracted his earlier fist, and, while holding it steady, continued to throw punches.

It tilted its head, and in an instant, everything around them shifted. This punch ultimately landed on its chest, creating a second hole.

It had been trying hard to avoid damage to its head; other parts seemed irrelevant.

But Uncle Qin’s body moved closer, his strong arm twisting around its neck.

The shift happened again. Blood mist streamed from Uncle Qin’s body, and the surrounding evil Jiao roared in unison. It failed to break free.

*Boom!*

Uncle Qin slammed it to the ground.

This time, not to mention the pebbles on the ground, not even a speck of dust scattered. Despite the terrifying clash of absolute force in every move of their struggle, there was no outward spillover of residual energy.

After pinning it beneath him, all the evil Jiao wrapped around its body, forming a complete physical restraint.

Uncle Qin raised his fist, aiming for its head.

“Break for me… *beng!*”

Zhao Yi propped Run Sheng’s head on his lap, pulling open Run Sheng’s eyelids with his fingers, urging:

“Look quickly, look quickly!”

Such a level of confrontation wasn’t easily encountered. If one was occasionally lucky enough to witness it, they’d likely be swept into dust. Moreover, Run Sheng was Uncle Qin’s student.

Run Sheng was indeed trying very hard to watch. He also knew this was a good opportunity.

But learning, once it reached a certain height, was no longer about sheer effort.

Run Sheng himself found it absurd; he actually thought Uncle Qin’s fighting was… just so-so.

Beside them, Chen Xiyuan finally shifted her gaze from Miss Liu to the battle.

Uncle Qin’s fighting style made her eyes light up, as if she had met another kindred spirit!

Yes, fighting should be like this: no fancy moves, just simple and brutal.

If your strength is sufficient and you have a significant advantage, you should first pummel it, then throw it to the ground, and continue to pummel its vital spots!

Grandma said it should be ethereal, and Grandpa’s teaching of effortless mastery was meaningless. The purpose of a fight was to kill the opponent, not to act.

Zhao Yi looked at Run Sheng beneath him, then at Chen Xiyuan beside him. He realized that it seemed only he could perceive the exquisite mastery in every nuance of force applied, wishing he could engrave every detail into his mind to ruminate on for nights on end.

But the two beside him were genuinely just watching a wrestling match.

However, Zhao Yi felt no superiority at this moment, because one of them had a plan from the Li family, and the other was naturally gifted.

Miss Liu, of course, understood the profound mysteries within, but a hint of disdain still hung on her lips.

Qin family members, regardless of age, strong or weak, when it came to fighting, all seemed to be carved from the same mold.

They only recognized their own fists and only trusted their own fists.

However, she had already sensed it earlier, when that Qin family elder completely unleashed the seal. Upon seeing the evil Jiao’s respiration and movement, it was finally confirmed.

The predecessors of those evil Jiao were Ming Gong, which, fused with Fengshui Qi, required the Liu family’s painstaking care to nurture and cultivate. Yet, they were willing to be implanted into his body, and he successfully transformed them into Jiao.

Miss Liu looked into the distance at Aunt Liu, who was still slaughtering the turtle horde.

Goodness, the elders in the family had repeatedly cautioned and instructed her due to outside rumors, unaware that the Liu family had long been secretly involved with the Qin family.

Miss Liu was not angry about this; on the contrary, she welcomed it. She had never accepted that thick-skinned suitor, only because she hadn’t yet figured out her true feelings, not because of family feuds or pressures. These things were meaningless to her; she always disliked rules and restrictions.

But after witnessing this scene, even she had to admit that, in some ways, the Liu and Qin families were truly a “match made in heaven” on the path of cultivation.

Without the Ming Gong, which required a huge price and was entirely bound to one’s own destiny as a ladder, how could this Qin family elder be as formidable as he was now?

“He’s truly a scoundrel. Someone gave their life for him, yet there’s no rumor of it in the Jianghu. It shows he didn’t even give her a proper status!”

However, this combined cultivation method of the Liu and Qin families was indeed a promising path.

Once the old folks above passed away and she took charge of the Liu family, she could seek cooperation with the Qin family, selecting a group of gifted children from both families. While primarily cultivating their own ancestral arts, they could also try to cultivate the other family’s arts.

No, there would be problems.

If the effect was only moderately good, that would be one thing. But if there were truly exceptionally talented children in this group, and the cultivation effect was excellent…

“No, this could cause problems in the foundational principles of the two families’ inheritances.”

In the distance, Aunt Liu, who had finished clearing the largest wave of turtles, stopped and looked back at Uncle Qin.

The seals she had helped him embed in the past, under his transformation, all showed a tendency to become Jiao. In fact, from that moment on, these seals could no longer suppress his power; instead, they became a constant stimulus, driving his vital energy to erupt.

Almost every night, she had to help him bleed and cleanse. He was in great pain, and she was helpless.

Now it was resolved; this bottleneck had completely disappeared, and A-Li had finally successfully taken that step.

But the price was truly too great, so great that the three of them would rather everything truly flow backward. Even A-Li himself would not hesitate to give up this advancement to keep Xiao Yuan alive.

The him of today could better uphold the last vestiges of dignity for the two families, but what was the meaning of upholding two families with no future?

The Old Matriarch was currently “young,” but once this matter was resolved and this tribulation passed, she would certainly not endure anymore.

The Matriarch kept an account book, recording the old enemies who had taken advantage of their misfortunes in the past.

But the Matriarch’s vision was high; she only cared about the biggest and fattest sharks. How could she let go of the small fry who had followed along to step on them, no matter how tiny?

As long as they were enemies, no matter how small the lineage, they deserved to be wiped out. In the household, let alone people, even a freshly laid chicken egg had to be poisoned.

Aunt Liu’s pillow contained a thick little ledger, densely packed with enemies—not a single large shark, almost all small fry.

The Matriarch and A-Li were too bothered to care, or even glance at them. She, for one, was not afraid of trouble.

Before Xiao Yuan came to Uncle Sanjiang’s house, Aunt Liu also used to crack melon seeds, and in her leisure time or late at night, she would flip through her little ledger while cracking melon seeds, spitting a “Peh!” for each page.

At this moment, Uncle Qin’s punch, aimed at its head, had actually been thrown long ago, but it lingered, unable to land.

The red light in its eyes was continuously intensifying.

It had no choice but to continue unleashing its power, crushing this space.

Next time, I don’t believe you’ll hide in this village forever, I don’t believe they can protect you forever, I don’t believe you can experience this kind of death again. Even if you can, I’ve seen it, and it will no longer work on me.

Uncle Qin’s suspended fist began to glow red. The terrifying temperature emanating from his fist caused the surrounding vision to intensely distort and ripple.

“Om! Om! Om!”

Uncle Qin gritted his teeth, and each evil Jiao tightened its body even further.

Although he knew he couldn’t truly kill it completely, he was unwilling—unwilling to let it get away unscathed after killing Xiao Yuan at his doorstep.

However, as cracking sounds echoed in his ears, Uncle Qin knew it was too late.

This environment was about to shatter.

“Heaven and earth, follow my will!”

A sword flew into the sky, hovering steadily upright.

Miss Liu formed hand seals, consolidating this “world.”

“If you hadn’t hidden your strength, why would you have needed all this trouble earlier?”

Miss Liu’s complaining voice reached them.

In her opinion, if she had known Qin Li was so strong and an elder of the Qin family, she wouldn’t have needed to pierce her own palm with that sword earlier.

Qin Li wanted to explain that he had broken through temporarily, but he still retained some clarity of mind, knowing he couldn’t actively puncture the Matriarch’s current “self-perception.”

However, Qin Li also felt a faint doubt in his heart: why did the Matriarch choose to trace back to such a young age this time?

The last time the Matriarch appeared so young, she had been itching for a fight for a long time and wanted to indulge herself, which he could understand. But this time, it was clearly for revenge for Xiao Yuan. Why didn’t the Matriarch trace back to her strongest period?

Fortunately, Uncle Qin’s doubt was fleeting. He was inherently what Aunt Liu often called a “block of wood,” and this block of wood was currently focused on fighting.

Even if the current Liu Yumei wasn’t the strongest in her life, her ability to become the undisputed Miss of the Liu family generation, effortlessly surpassing her peers, was enough to prove her excellence.

After she made her move, this world stabilized again.

Consolidating this large area was much simpler than merely stabilizing Qin Li earlier; there was no need for delicate “embroidery needle” artistry anymore.

Even as its aura rapidly ascended, this place remained unshaken.

Strands of fresh blood oozed from Uncle Qin’s flesh. This blood was squeezed out as his body bore immense pressure, but it wasn’t wasted, as it was all devoured by the evil Jiao.

This further stimulated the ferocity of the evil Jiao, and the speed of the Qi Hai’s circulation increased again.

Uncle Qin opened his mouth and let out a low growl, his pure white teeth stained with blood.

The fist could finally move downward.

This wasn’t Uncle Qin’s preferred fighting style. The opponent was like a lump of mud, allowing itself to be suppressed.

He was displaying his rightful strength, but in this state, he couldn’t effectively connect and accumulate his momentum, unable to showcase the truly terrifying side of the Qin family.

If you could be a bit stronger, capable of overpowering me, that would be great!

“Good, good, good, the baby bottle is here, here it is. Mama will wipe it for you and fill it with milk right away.”

Lihua picked up the baby bottle stuck in a crack in the stone by the village road and carefully wiped it with a handkerchief.

Their family of three had already left, but along the way, Benben suddenly started crying hysterically, the kind that couldn’t be soothed no matter what.

Actually, the two adults had little experience in comforting a child. Benben had been very well-behaved since birth, requiring no special attention, and later was completely handed over to the deceased wet nurse.

Initially, they thought the child was hungry. Lihua looked for formula to mix, only to find Benben’s favorite bottle was missing. She quickly bought another one at a store, mixed the milk, and offered it to the child, who immediately pushed it away, refusing to drink no matter how they coaxed.

She tried to feed him herself, but not only did she have no milk now, even if she did, it would have been drunk by his father at night.

Xiong Shan, however, calmed down first and sighed, saying:

“Let’s go back and find the baby bottle.”

Lihua always listened to her husband. Xiong Shan now, somewhat, listened to his son.

The two adults and one child turned back again.

After the bottle was retrieved, Benben stopped crying, clutching the bottle tightly.

Lihua: “Shall we go?”

Xiong Shan smiled wryly: “Go, where to go? Since we’re back, we’re back. There’s nothing to fear anymore. If we die, at least we’ll die together, the three of us.”

The decision to leave wasn’t difficult, after all, it was a direct order from Young Master Li, which couldn’t be disobeyed.

The decision to return was also simple: to leave and then return demonstrated loyalty.

As a former river vagrant who lit lanterns, he might have lacked other things, but certainly not decisiveness in critical moments.

Xiong Shan took his wife and child directly to Li Sanjiang’s house. If they were going, they’d go to the most dangerous place. If they were to die, they’d die where they could be seen, leaving a trace.

Careful and cautious, they encountered no danger. When they reached the dam and entered the living room, the couple was genuinely horrified by the scene of the mourning hall and the crowd of people, some standing, some fallen, before it.

Lihua: “This, this, this… what should we do?”

Xiong Shan: “Take out the medicinal herbs from the bundle and help the adults heal. Be gentle, don’t ‘wake’ them up.”

Aunt Liu’s figure appeared inside Li Weihan’s house. Countless Gu shadows flew in, tearing apart the turtles inside.

Her gaze fell on the stove from which turtles rapidly emerged. She opened her palm, and a colorful ladybug flew out, spread its wings, and flew into the stove.

*Boom!*

The destruction of this area instantly caused a significant drop in the Great Turtle’s control over this world.

This change played a crucial role in the tug-of-war between the two sides on the other end.

Uncle Qin’s fist finally broke through the obstruction and landed on its face.

*Bang!*

This punch wasn’t fast; when it landed on its face, it seemed almost devoid of speed. Yet, even a slight graze unleashed a terrifying surge of power.

Its face caved in.

At this, it became enraged.

Not only because the blow to its head caused considerable damage, but also because it was a profound humiliation.

Dazzling white light exploded between it and Uncle Qin.

Uncle Qin staggered backward, while it rose from its spot.

Originally, its appearance was almost identical to Li Lan’s.

Now, lines of tortoise shell patterns appeared on its body, extending even to its face.

One could say that only now did it reveal its true power, after being projected and then repeatedly weakened before entering the village.

It looked up. Its sunken face hadn’t recovered, but red liquid flowed out, dynamically covering and filling it, and within this liquid, a black line rippled, resembling an eye.

“If we can扼杀掉 (è shā diào – strangle and kill) it now, even its main body in the East Sea will suffer heavy damage!”

Uncle Qin’s front was a bloody mess, but he didn’t panic. Instead, he smiled and eagerly raised his fist again, charging forward.

It raised its hand and flicked it forward.

*Boom!*

Fist met palm. Uncle Qin flew backward, sliding a hundred meters across the ground.

Its massive eyeball wriggled, noticing that Uncle Qin’s retreat distance was considerably further than expected, but its attention was mostly focused on the house behind it.

The young man’s aura had last disappeared in that area.

It raised its foot. Since this “world” could withstand its current power, the opponent had ironically helped it, giving it a chance to find and kill him again.

But its foot hadn’t yet landed, and the so-called *suo di cheng cun* (shrinking the ground to an inch) technique hadn’t had time to activate, when that same fist, which it had seen countless times today, reappeared before it.

It raised its hand again and slapped it away.

*Boom!*

Uncle Qin’s body recoiled again, sliding eighty meters this time.

It realized something was wrong.

He was very strong. Even with its own power repeatedly weakened, in their recent clash, he would be repelled by it but wouldn’t retreat a hundred meters.

This time, the retreat distance was even shorter.

Uncle Qin retreated all the way to the front of the dam before stopping. Standing on the dam behind him was Miss Liu.

“Entities from myths are indeed outrageous.”

Uncle Qin: “As long as his first punch doesn’t kill me, even if he’s a myth, he’ll lose!”

“That thick-skinned guy also said the same thing.”

It tried to step forward again, and then, that fist reappeared.

It blocked it, repelled it. This time, Uncle Qin slid back forty meters.

It knew that something was truly wrong.

Each time Uncle Qin was repelled, his injuries visibly worsened.

But this was the result of Uncle Qin deliberately lowering his stance.

Previously, although his and its strength were constantly changing, he was always in front, and it was behind; he always held the initiative.

While this initiative could accumulate momentum, it wasn’t fluid enough. Often, he felt like he was in quicksand, and the momentum would break after a period of accumulation.

It was only when its strength increased and it gained a significant advantage over him that Uncle Qin, in a passive position, truly found his rhythm.

This momentum needed to be built against a stronger opponent. Each time he was repelled and injured, it was a physical release of pressure, yet it allowed him to fully preserve and accumulate the momentum.

This was one reason why successive generations of Qin family members advocated for solitary river journeys: if they had companions, especially powerful ones, it could interfere with the Qin family member’s performance and disrupt their rhythm.

Miss Liu had been patching things up from the side but hadn’t truly entered the fray, also because of this.

As long as the Qin person wasn’t dead, you let him continue to fight alone. The one who ultimately falls will, in all likelihood, not be surnamed Qin.

The Great Turtle wanted to go behind the house, but each time it made that move, Uncle Qin blocked it.

Moreover, after another punch, it retreated three steps, no longer looking as effortless as the previous three times.

This time, Uncle Qin retreated twenty meters.

It had realized earlier that it probably wouldn’t get a chance this time, but now, it had completely given up hope.

It had to leave.

It had become his whetstone, and he truly might have a chance to strike it down.

Uncle Qin stepped forward again, unleashing a punch.

*Boom!*

This time, Uncle Qin and it each retreated ten meters.

Its eyes rapidly wriggled, which meant that the opponent, using this method, had temporarily elevated his current strength to be on par with its own.

It raised its hand. The sword hovering above its head began to vibrate.

Miss Liu immediately formed hand seals and began to maintain it.

Uncle Qin’s fist once again appeared before its eyes.

It had never imagined that one day, it would so loathe a human fist.

*Bang!*

It raised both arms, blocking the punch. Its body retreated twenty meters. Uncle Qin remained motionless.

The dynamic of strength had completely reversed.

Uncle Qin: “Miss, I need time.”

He could win, and not just win, as long as the time could be guaranteed.

“Apologies, Elder Qin, unless I am as old as you are now.”

Maintaining this world so it wouldn’t collapse during their fight wasn’t too difficult for her, but if one side was determined to destroy it, she truly didn’t have many good solutions.

She actually couldn’t understand why the progress of this fight was so illogical, especially regarding the maintenance of this “world” by both sides. If her side’s stance shifted based on new discoveries and the situation, then what did it mean for the opponent’s stance to also constantly change?

At the entrance of Li Weihan’s house, Aunt Liu’s eyes showed confusion after noticing the changes in the sky.

Immediately, she knelt on one knee, spreading her hands. Gu shadows were unleashed from her, rapidly rushing in all directions to hunt down the scattered small turtles.

In truth, by this point, whether to continue clearing out the escaped turtles no longer held much significance.

Moreover, she had even used a secret art that she had been holding back. When this secret art was used, it would put her consciousness and thoughts into a state of extreme tearing, blurring the lines between reality and self.

But she did it without hesitation.

Miss Liu looked over, her brow furrowed in confusion at the countless Gu shadows swirling in the sky:

“What kind of madness is she getting into now?”

The Qin person was already inexplicably strange, and now her own Liu person was also acting crazy.

These two truly deserved each other.

Any mother-in-law to them would surely have her life shortened.

Inside the *Daochang*.

Li Zhuiyuan took another sip of Jianlibao, finding the taste sweeter.

This meant that this “world” was gradually escaping the Great Turtle’s control.

But the young man soon saw that the continually operating and changing wooden tablet on the altar ahead began to crack repeatedly, indicating that this “world” was gradually disintegrating.

If Grandma Liu and the others had finished fighting, they wouldn’t deliberately destroy this “world.” Instead, they would try their best to preserve it completely before leaving.

So, the one leaving was the Great Turtle.

The young man showed no regret or pity, even though he knew very well what it would mean for his future if this part of the Great Turtle couldn’t be kept here.

Li Zhuiyuan’s gaze shifted to the offering table placed at the very center of the *Daochang*, on which stood a plaque inscribed with:

Nantong Fishing Corps Li.

The young man lowered his head again and took a sip of the drink.

With that sip, two blushes appeared on the young man’s cheeks.

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head, twirling the Jianlibao can in his hand, and muttered to himself:

“Children shouldn’t drink alcohol.”

*Boom!*

Uncle Qin’s punch broke through its double-arm defense and struck its head again.

Not only were the previously refilled eyes shattered, but cracks also appeared on the side of its head.

This meant that after a fierce battle, its “bloodline” for this period finally appeared.

It was absurd. It had entered here to kill, but it ended up being the one about to be “killed.”

It raised its foot and stomped downwards with force.

The ground began to sink, and the opening of this “world” was torn apart.

This time, Miss Liu couldn’t hold back the blood and sprayed it out directly, leaning forward on her knees, collapsing onto the dam.

She was very unwilling, staring fixedly ahead:

“This Miss is still too young. How wonderful if I could be ten years older!”

If she were ten years older, the opponent wouldn’t be able to break through here and leave so easily.

If she could be twenty years older, she believed she could confidently trap it, not permanently, but at least long enough to provide this Elder Qin sufficient time.

Beneath the depression, a gray void appeared.

Its shattered eyeballs overflowed again. This time, the central part appeared very sharp.

This was a warning, and also a declaration.

It now hoped that when it landed again, the young man would still be hiding in this village, and these people would still be protecting him.

Next time, it would unleash a natural disaster!

However, just as its body was about to fall away, the void that had just been torn open below suddenly grew peach trees.

The lush peach blossoms instantly sealed the opening tightly.

The scent of wine, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms, permeated everywhere.

A lazy voice emerged from the peach grove:

“Hehe, you just barged in when you arrived, and now you’re leaving without even a word? You come and go as you please?

This is Nantong.

This road… is hard to pass!”