Cheng Xuanwu, as if struck by a sudden thought, raised his hand to brush away the pressure on his shoulder. He then stepped back, creating distance between the two.

"As far as I know, the God of Books has no friends. Why would he ask anyone for help? What letter is it? Let me see it." Cheng Xuanwu held out his hand to the boy, gesturing with his eyes.

Yan Chiyu let out a cold laugh: "A letter that's to be burned after reading. Why don't you go to the underworld and ask King Yama if he has a place to store letters and corpses?"

Cheng Xuanwu shed his aloofness and, as if they were old friends, gave the boy a very natural but displeased glare: "Your attitude when asking for help is really terrible."

Cheng Xuanwu took off his hat, revealing long, dark green, wavy hair that hung lazily down his back, exuding a captivatingly decadent aura. He pulled out a black leather bandage, bit it, and casually gathered his hair up, adding a touch of melancholy to his otherwise refreshing look.

He pushed up his glasses and, seeing Wu Yue return, slowly said, "That was before the Book of Mountains and Seas was destroyed. The Book God was once sitting on the cold moon in the world of Mountains and Seas reading a book when he was hit by a falling star and fell into a black hole created by the star. The measurement of time is different in each space. In our world, the Book God has been gone for at least ten thousand years."

"The God of Books has lived in the World of Mountains and Seas since the day he was born. This is his first time traveling far from home after being hit by a celestial body and landing somewhere unknown..." Cheng Xuanwu said, his voice tinged with sadness. "Qinglong and I have always protected the God of Books, but we never expected such an accident to happen. Poor God of Books, he's in a completely unfamiliar place. I'm really worried he won't be able to adapt to the harsh life outside." Judging from his expression, he clearly needed a small handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

So, what place could be more treacherous than the world of mountains and seas, teeming with countless man-eating monsters?

"What does it look like?" Wu Yue asked curiously.

"I don't know..." Cheng Xuanwu shook his head and sighed helplessly, "In the world of mountains and seas, the Book God, in your current terms, is—aloof and elegant. Even though we're so close to him, he never shows his face, always wearing a mask. His long, dark blue hair reaches his waist and is never tied up. His black and red robe is neatly and handsomely bound, and his voice is androgynous. In short, in our beast eyes, he is a sacred and inviolable being. No one dares to say to him: 'Book God, could you please take off your mask and let us see you?'"

Cheng Xuanwu's words truly brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them. What happened to the promised leads? They've gone cold again. So the information Lu Shu and the others possessed… The elderly mother, Wu Yue, clutched her chest, indicating discomfort.

"Why do you know nothing about him?" Wu Yue complained.

That was a look of disdain, wasn't it? And she even rolled her eyes at him... Young lady, can you show some respect to the elderly?

Cheng Xuanwu coughed twice and explained, "Gods are inviolable beings, beings that can only be observed from afar. We're not going to discuss marriage with them, so why should we know so much? Actually, you don't need to worry about the Book God; he can live well wherever he goes."

"Are we worried about the God of Books? We're worried about you! The intersection of two worlds alters the magnetic field, affecting far too many innocent people. Honestly, are you comfortable in this world? Don't you experience any discomfort or adjustment issues?"

At first, I did have trouble adjusting to the new environment, but after staying here for a while... I'm actually starting to look forward to what life will be like from here on out.

Under the girl's gaze, Cheng Xuanwu silently changed his words, saying, "Yes! Of course I want to go back. But, but we can say it later."

Wu Yue turned her head and asked, "Was he trying to be cute?"

Yan Chiyu: "Yes."

Wu Yue asked again, "Is he fiddling with his fingers?"

Yan Chiyu: "Yes."

*Snap*, something you just met broke.