Yang Hanxue seemed completely uninterested in these two ancient books. While I was flipping through them, he sat quietly beside me without a word.
It seemed unlikely that I could find anything about Sister Ying in these books.
Disheartened, I returned the ancient texts to their wooden box and handed them back to Yang Hanxue.
“Did you find anything?” he asked.
I gave a wry smile and shook my head. “Nothing at all.”
Yang Hanxue chuckled. “You seem quite interested in that woman’s affairs?”
I didn’t answer.
I didn’t know how to answer. I felt that anyone who heard what Wang Yang had said would naturally be curious.
To think that someone close to you could achieve immortality – how shocking would that be?
And that this person had once spent time with me.
Whenever I thought of the time spent with Sister Ying, I felt a profound sense of nostalgia.
Apart from these reasons, I felt the most important one was my desire to help Sister Ying.
If she truly was immortal and suffered from amnesia, her every day would be filled with terror.
Facing the unknown, never knowing what would happen next.
The thought sent a pang through my heart.
Looking out at the dark sea, I took a deep breath, my emotions stirring inexplicably.
After three days on the deserted island, we finally spotted a passing fishing boat. After we burned a considerable amount of branches, the fishing boat noticed us.
Once on board, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, our location wasn’t too remote. If we had been any further, it would have been incredibly difficult to get back.
After eating bland sea fish for days on end, I felt like my sense of taste was failing.
The captain of the fishing boat was quite friendly, perhaps surprised to rescue three people from a deserted island.
After drifting at sea for two days, we finally returned to the pier at Bianhai.
Honestly, experiencing so much during my first time at sea had instilled in me a fear of the ocean.
Especially these past few days, whenever I slept, I often dreamed of the monsters in those secret rooms, waking up startled several times.
After staying in Bianhai for several days, Yang Hanxue managed to contact Old Yuan and the others.
Learning that Bai Hanyan was also with them, I felt a sense of relief.
I wasn’t clear about the specifics of the situation; I would only know once Bai Hanyan returned.
For the past few days, I had been inseparable from Yang Hanxue. Wherever he went, I went, and so did Wang Yang.
The reason was that both of us wanted to see someone.
However, whether that person would appear was still unknown.
Yang Hanxue was well aware of our intentions, but he didn’t say much.
One day, Song Bing found me and told me that Wu Tingxiu wanted me to call her back.
In the hotel room, I called her using the landline.
“How are things on your end now?” Wu Tingxiu’s long-absent voice echoed on the phone.
“I’ll bring Yang Hanxue to Guangling in a few days.”
“Song Bing told me you went on a Sea Dou this time?”
It seemed Song Bing had told her everything. I had nothing to hide, so I answered whatever she asked directly.
“I should have gone with you this time,” Wu Tingxiu sighed.
I chuckled. “What? You want to experience that Sea Dou too?”
Wu Tingxiu let out a bitter laugh on the other end of the line. “I’ve been into all sorts of Dou over the years, but I’ve never encountered a Sea Dou.”
“If that’s the case, then my venturing out this time was worthwhile?” I teased.
“Xiang Fei, you’ve worked hard this time. As I said, since you’re doing this for me, I won’t mistreat you.” Wu Tingxiu reverted to her CEO tone.
I couldn’t help but think to myself: If I weren’t also looking for the Suihou Pearl, I wouldn’t be doing this for you.
“Ms. Wu, you’re too kind. This is all part of my duty,” I replied.
“Alright then, I’ll throw a grand celebration banquet for you when you return.”
After a few pleasantries, I got to the main topic. “What’s the situation with your uncle now?”
“I’ve communicated with him. As long as Yang Hanxue comes to Guangling and opens the box, we’ll share the information within.”
Hearing her say that, I hummed in acknowledgment and then said, “Alright then, you can await my good news.”
Not long after I hung up, Wang Yang ran into my room.
“Quick!”
He grabbed me and pulled me towards the door.
“What’s up?”
“Yang Hanxue’s making a move!” Wang Yang said.
Upon hearing this, my spirits lifted, and I hurried after him down the stairs.
As we reached the hotel entrance, we saw Yang Hanxue getting into a taxi, disappearing in an instant.
“I knew this guy was playing mind games with us!” Wang Yang exclaimed. “Just now, I saw him hurriedly make a call at the front desk, then go upstairs, grab his bag, and head out… He’s most likely going to see your Sister Ying.”
What do you mean “my Sister Ying”?
I glared at him with annoyance. “Are you sure?”
“How could I be wrong? Look how fast he ran?”
“So, what do we do now?”
Wang Yang grinned, unhurriedly saying, “A wise man has his own plans. Does he think he can shake me off this easily?”
As soon as he finished speaking, several太子 motorcycles pulled up in front of us.
The leader was a young man with dyed yellow hair.
“Brother Yang? When did you get back to Bianhai?”
Wang Yang glanced at him, then without a word, went over and told him to get off the motorcycle, before waving me over. “What are you waiting for? Get on!”
I walked over and straddled the motorcycle. Wang Yang told the young men, “I’m on official business, we’ll catch up later.”
With that, the motorcycles sped off.
It was then I remembered that Bianhai was Wang Yang’s hometown.
No wonder he said “a wise man has his own plans.” It turned out he was on his home turf, no wonder he looked so confident.
The motorcycles weaved rapidly through the streets, quickly catching up to the taxi.
There were quite a few cars on the roads of Bianhai, and cars were no match for motorcycles.
Plus, Wang Yang was very familiar with the surroundings, so he caught up without any effort.
“Where is he going?” I asked.
Wang Yang replied, “Who cares where he’s going… He’s Sun Wukong, and I’m the Buddha.”
I thought he looked more like: “Zhu Bajie.”
“You think I look like Zhu Bajie?” Wang Yang chuckled. “So, are you saying I’m carrying my wife like Zhu Bajie now?”
“If I were your wife, I’d make sure you couldn’t handle it.” I retorted.
Before we could say more, the taxi quickly pulled over to the side of the road. Wang Yang immediately steered the motorcycle into an alley and stopped.
We got off the motorcycle and soon saw Yang Hanxue entering a restaurant from the corner of the wall.