Chapter 80 Why do you like people so much?

Han Zhi said dissatisfiedly: "Is this important?"

Why feel humiliated when you can kill two birds with one stone?

Mu Qingyang was silent for a moment. Han Zhi was right. This dispute could not only communicate with the way of heaven, but also change the situation of the continent.

She wanted Mu Sheng to stand tall among the nations once again, just like it did a thousand years ago.

But Han Zhi...

Mu Qingyang had to admit that she actually couldn't see through Han Zhi's current strength at all.

Can she really defeat Han Zhi?

"You go back."

After knowing what he wanted to know, Han Zhi had no intention of keeping Mu Qingyang any longer: "Just one thing, you are not allowed to touch mortals, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to Chi Changyuan."

A strange look flashed across Mu Qingyang's eyes.

She opened her mouth: "You..."

"You can go now."

Han Zhi turned around and said to Chi Changyuan, "Follow me."

Chi Changyuan followed Han Zhi's footsteps silently.

When the two of them reached Han Zhi's study, Han Zhi suddenly stopped, the cold wind blowing his clothes: "You should know that if Mu Qingyang really touched a mortal, I would kill her."

Chi Changyuan raised his eyes, the shadows of the trees reflected in his eyes: "I understand."

"By then, I'm afraid you and I will have to draw our swords again."

Chi Changyuan opened his mouth: "I..."

"It's okay, I know you care about her." Han Zhi sighed: "Fen Jin treated me like that, and I used to be unable to not care about him."

Besides, Mu Qingyang treated Chi Changyuan well.

Chi Changyuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue. He looked at Han Zhi's back, his plain clothes gleaming coldly in the candlelight in the study.

"Han Zhi." He finally spoke, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of startling something, "Why do you care so much about them?"

"Want to know?"

Perhaps it was because the night was so nice, Han Zhi was in a good mood, and he was rarely interested in chatting with Chi Changyuan about himself.

Han Zhi raised his hand and pushed open the study door. The evening breeze brought in the broken light of the stars and landed on his open palm.

"Four hundred years ago, I was appointed by Fen Jin as the head of the Thirty-Six Departments, in charge of interrogations."

He paused and said, "The Thirty-Six Departments are not what you think. I have long..."

"I know," Chi Changyuan said, "Since you took over, the Thirty-Sixth Division has only been responsible for public security and prison interrogations at the Jin Palace. I... heard it all from Thirteen and Sixteen."

"It seems that you have a good relationship with them." Han Zhi's voice fell in the wind, slowly opening the curtain of four hundred years ago.

At that time, he was different from what he is now. He was raised in Beichen in a way that did not satisfy Fenjin in any way.

Fenjin doesn't need an indecisive burden, what he wants is a cold and ruthless war machine.

Fortunately, Han Zhi knew how to guess other people's moods since he was a child. In Beichen, he acted one way when he followed Leng Baibai, and in Jin Country, he acted another way when he followed Fenjin.

And the burning ash was incredibly harsh to Han Zhi.

On the first day of taking over the Thirty-Six Departments, he challenged all thirty-six priests in the department, seriously injured twenty of them, and killed two.

He crushed the divine nature of those two, leaving them with no possibility of resurrection.

As punishment for killing the priest, Burning Ash destroyed his magical powers and exiled him to the common people.

He didn't say when he would be back, and Han Zhi didn't really want to come back.

He knew what kind of life he had been living in King Jin's Palace. Nan Chao Wenyan would torture him from time to time under the pretext that Fen Jin had asked him to discipline him, and he didn't believe that Fen Jin didn't know.

He just doesn't care and doesn't want to care.

As for not having magic power, it is nothing to Han Zhi.

He had said a long time ago that a person's strength is somewhat related to his magic power, but not much.

The wind blew the fallen leaves in the courtyard past the window lattice. Han Zhi's voice was so faint as if covered by a layer of old fog, but Chi Changyuan felt his heart tighten when he heard it.

"Life without my magical powers is more comfortable than in King Jin's Palace." Han Zhi suddenly curled his lips, his tone unable to tell whether he was happy or angry. "In the human world, I helped farmers dry grain and also ground medicine for a pharmacy. Only then did I realize that I could avoid being whipped for doing something wrong."

"I made a little money, and a girl even offered to marry me..."

He smiled and said, "But I don't like women, so I rejected her."

Besides, anything to do with him would harm the girl.

"She cried for half the night, but the next day she stuffed a jar of osmanthus honey in my hand, saying, 'The young master has someone else in his heart, and it's just not my destiny.'" He paused, his voice softening. "Later I found out she was the daughter of the drugstore owner, and she brewed this especially because she saw I was always eating cold, dry food."

Chi Changyuan looked at Han Zhi as he lowered his eyes. The candlelight cast a faint shadow on his eyelashes, softening his usual coldness. His Adam's apple moved, and he whispered, "She is quite insightful."

"She's a good person, so she said she wanted to recognize me as her brother. Not long after, she met someone she liked and who liked her back."

On their wedding night, he personally bought a gift for her.

The bride was wearing a bright red wedding dress and smiling like a flower, and the groom was handsome and well-mannered.

After many years, Han Zhi still remembers the scene of that day.

The bluestone slabs in front of the drugstore were swept clean, and the red lanterns hanging on both sides stretched from the alley entrance to the courtyard. When the wind blew, the ears of corn cast tiny red shadows.

The bride wore a bright red wedding gown, with lotus flowers embroidered around the collar and sleeves. Her head was covered with a red veil draped with golden tassels, which swayed with every step, resembling falling stars. The groom wore a red gown with a red silk ribbon tied around his waist. He clutched the other end of the silk in his hand, his fingertips slightly tense, but he held the bride's hand steadily as they walked step by step towards the wedding table.

Han Zhi was standing under the old locust tree at the door, holding the prepared gift in his hand. It was a pair of gold heart-shaped knots that he had picked out after going to three gold shops.

He wanted to wait until after the service to give it to them.

His expression had already changed. Chi Changyuan was about to say something when he heard Han Zhi say, "Then, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky, and the water level in the moat rose sharply."

They said that there was a conflict between the local river god and mountain god.

He wanted to freeze the surging river, but found that his magic power had been taken away long ago.

He stood in the water, the flowing water could not hurt him at all, but it washed away the people who came to watch the ceremony - the old lady who was smiling and stuffing candy into his mouth just now, the young men who were making a fuss under the wedding tent, and the little maid who was clutching the corner of her clothes and wanted to wait until after the ceremony to hand the handkerchief to the bride.

He wanted to save her, but the water was flowing too fast and he couldn't even see where the girl was washed to.

And the groom was crushed to death by the rubble right before his eyes.

"Thirteen and Sixteen are the only survivors of that fight."

They were lucky enough to be washed to Han Zhi, who carried them on his back and swam out of the city, where they met Fen Jin who had come rushing over after hearing the news.

Fenjin was standing on a high slope outside the city, his dark robe fluttering in the wind. There was no trace of concern for the disaster in the world in his eyes, he just stared coldly at Thirteen and Sixteen on Han Zhi's back.

His gaze was so cold and indifferent that Han Zhi thought he would not make a move.