Dawn was just breaking when Qin Yi, holding a paper umbrella, arrived at the foot of the immortal mountain. He raised his head and gazed at the misty mountain path shrouded in rain.
At the mountain gate stood a white stone tablet inscribed with the words "Qingxu Palace." The gray stone steps meandered upwards, surrounded by lush green trees and the fragrance of flowers, with birds chirping and mist swirling. In the light of the early morning drizzle, it truly resembled a realm of immortals.
He had come to pay a visit to the Taoist temple.
The Han family might have thought he had abandoned them, but that was not the case. Now, Qin Yi had simply become more cautious.
He did not wish for this small town to turn into a desolate place, where innocent children playing with firecrackers would lose their homes. In the earlier days of Qin Yi—like when he was escorting Cheng Cheng—he might have been filled with righteous fervor and gone along with the Han family to confront the corpse refiners.
However, after his journey to the Demon City and the events in Nanli, Qin Yi had been through much in the world and was no longer so easily swayed by emotion.