Zhang Kui peeked out from the small cave and was surprised to see a long-lost acquaintance.
It was the nefarious scholar Qin Yi.
Outside, there was a sizable basin, surrounded by mist with only vague mountain silhouettes visible.
And in the center of the basin was a stretch of ancient ruins; the houses had long crumbled into ruins, and the bluestone plaza was overgrown with weeds.
Huge, mottled, broken divine statues encircled the area; some were only half their bodies, while others lay horizontally on the ground.
The cold moon hung high in the sky, and mist enveloped the ground.
Qin Yi, with a sullen face, sat cross-legged at the foot of one of the statues, his clothes tattered and his hair disheveled.
After just a few days, he looked alarmingly thin and haggard...
Why is this guy here?
Zhang Kui was a bit surprised. After discussing it with Zhu Sheng, the two quickly formed a hypothesis.
