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After Li Er finished speaking, saying it was for reference only, everyone took a breath. Chi Wangyue, recalling certain events, remained silent, waiting for others to speak.

"After all, things have been going on for a long time, and there will inevitably be new changes and developments. Besides, it is estimated that it has been fifty or sixty years."

The gloomy weather cast rings of shadow. Chi Wenliu's demeanor among his fellow Daoists was quite casual.

He yawned listlessly, while Gou Xunhuan stared at him with equally bored expression. He waved his hand and said seriously, "Regardless of anything else, we need to get to work first."

Chi Wenliu knew his limits. Since he had come here with a purpose for a real-time task, he wouldn't be afraid of taking responsibility and go back dejected.

"Those who live in the Dark River may have wicked intentions, but they cannot arbitrarily harm or control the life and death of others."

Chi Wangyue and Chi Wenliu got along well, so Chi Wangyue said, "Fellow Daoist, you have a good temperament."

Chi Wangyue's gaze suddenly fell upon his somewhat indifferent expression, drawing the attention of everyone around her. Bai Hanxin rested his chin on his hand, watching Chi Wangyue's antics.

Bai Hanxin silently offered a few words of encouragement, her face showing no emotion, but thinking of protecting her own reputation, she made a crucial effort to salvage the situation at this critical moment.

Her careful consideration vanished in the face of their newly formed friendship.

“Fellow Daoist, you are quite extroverted.” Chi Wenliu’s eyes curved as he looked at Chi Wangyue. His movements remained unchanged, still casual and extremely natural.

Although Gou Xunhuan pulled his hand from below, making his posture a little awkward, he still didn't care much.

Chi Wangyue asked, "Did you mention Zhonghua Mountain because of your purpose in coming here?" The moment he spoke, everyone's eyes were drawn to him.

After a pause, Yi Yannian spoke up, "It's not just that. We're mostly here for training. Chaomu rarely organizes activities like disciples going down the mountain to explore. This time it just so happens to be our turn. Although we instinctively refused when we learned that our partner was Meng Qu, we still came with grumpy faces in the end."

Meng Qu remained silent and refused to speak to unknown people, resembling a tall, aloof, and withdrawn individual. However, he was not an extremist and would provide necessary support and response when needed.

Upon hearing Yi Yannian's account, he replied with a cold expression, "Hmm."

The shopkeeper sat in the shadows, watching the discussion without interfering or intervening, though he seemed somewhat downcast. Cloudy days are often associated with melancholy, but he was simply tired and didn't want to talk.

As a local from the vicinity of Zhonghua Mountain, Li Er knew far more rumors than the average person, and he also participated in the establishment of the old inn.

Li Er's former naiveté and his current fears as an adult intertwine with his complex psychological state. He sometimes reflects and regrets, but what has been done cannot be erased by looking forward; he must take responsibility.

This is his calamity, and also their calamity.

...

Chi Wangyue's main purpose in going down the mountain was to explore, to earn points, and to advance the plot, which was also related to training to some extent.

Based on his seasoned experience, he observed that one must either overcome numerous difficulties or struggle against various events.

He is currently in the preparation stage.

The phrase "A storm is brewing" came to mind. He pondered, calling out to Hu Li.

"Hu Li, help me unlock the side quest progression. I need to confirm something." Chi Wangyue had guessed some of the conspiracy, but had never received an answer. Some things could only be verified.

Hu Li reacted immediately upon hearing the sound. Since taking over the job, its first task was to familiarize itself with and utilize its exclusive rights, which could be used to serve the diverse needs of the host.

His interface is a sky-blue screen, softly blending with blue and white, like a thin mirror where water and sky meet, displaying his basic information, various skills, and the system's built-in storage space.

He encountered a familiar interface and checked the [Side Quest Progress], which showed zero percent.

Chi Wangyue looked up calmly at [Opening-up Degree], "Another bug?"

Hu Li "..."

"No, Host. It's just that the current progress is zero percent, displayed based on the Host's performance and the plot's development, but there's no plot advancement or development at the moment... However, the Host can change the plot. Drive more interesting storylines to arouse readers' interest."

Chi Wangyue listened patiently and then asked a question: "Can the [Opening-up Level] be upgraded?"

"Can."

"Help me upgrade," Chi Wangyue asked Xiao Guai Hu Li.

When Hu Li used her own authority to upgrade the host's skills for the first time, the main system prompted her that "her authority is insufficient".

Therefore, Hu Li had never heard of it before, so he applied in writing.

However, the system message states: "Hu Li is at a 'low-level' and does not have sufficient permissions."

Friendly reminder: (Several methods to increase permissions.)

Direct method one: Spend real money.

Indirect Method Two: Complete the restrictive tasks issued by the system (currently unavailable)

Alternative method three: Use a high-level item.

Chi Wangyue looked at the three methods, and a brief silence fell over the air. "The main system seems to be using a new kind of operation that I don't understand."

Chi Wangyue put it more euphemistically, but Hu Li, as a victim who had personally experienced it, understood immediately.

With a look of grief and indignation mixed with calm and pity, Hu Li said, "After Hu Li's investigation, the main system is suspected of deliberate actions."

Main system: "..."

As the mission progressed steadily and the plot unfolded, Chi Wangyue, influenced by her surroundings, had three words pop into her mind: "Zhonghua Mountain—"

He muttered to himself, his eyes lowered.

I'm pondering the connections between them.

"Since we are all on the same path, let's go together?" Chi Wangyue looked around at the people around her, her tone gentle and her attitude humble and polite.

“Okay.” Based on Bai Hanxin and the upcoming journey, Yi Yannian’s interaction with Chi Wangyue was somewhat warm.

Gou Xunhuan looked at a point in the distance, idly waving Chi Wenliu's hand under the table. He paused for a moment, smiled brightly, and muttered, "Whatever."

The sky outside is like a huge ink painting, black as black, making it easy to lose one's sense of direction when one is in it.

Wenliang will not mention that matter again.

"Revisiting grief is not important. On the contrary, it hurts yourself and your body."

He knew this in his heart, and he was also too lazy to think about it. Relatively speaking, seclusion was a constant companion in his life.

Wen Liang pondered for a moment, and then began to explore and move forward in unfamiliar territory.

Li Er was a junior employee at the old inn, but he was the most senior staff member. Although he joined the inn a little later than Wen Liang, he was the most stable middle-level force in the inn.

The weather is always unpredictable, alternating between overcast and rainy days. People often find themselves inadvertently expressing feelings of loss and sighing at the passage of time.

...

With Wenliang by your side, people will fear him because of his aura and respect and acknowledge his great strength, but they will experience various twists and turns and hardships in the process.

Although his identity remains unknown and he claims to be insignificant, the honors that belong to him will not be buried by the passage of time.

History is another version of yourself that records the past.

However, people are more concerned with writing about the present.

For example, right now, Wen Liang silently clenched his hands, his gaze silently meeting the people around him. From gentle acceptance to change, he was a little tired, but he still had to persevere on the path he had chosen himself.

The road ahead is long, and I have yet to return.