Yu Ziqing had never seen Yang like this before, not even when he had turned into a sheep, famished to the point of being nothing but skin and bones, and constantly facing the threat of being slaughtered for meat. Back then, Yang was always emotionally stable.
That Dao Guardian — who exactly was he, what was his name, and what special connection did he have with Yang? Yang couldn't remember any of it.
Yu Ziqing pondered that if one day, Yang, the village chief, and the others were gone, and he himself couldn't remember them, the next time they met, there would only be a pile of bones left. The thought made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
After calming Yang down, Yu Ziqing no longer felt like staying in Dadui.
He made some arrangements for Zhang and the others, set a general direction, and then left, heading to Dazhen.
Initially, he intended to set up Queue No.2 first, but who would have thought that it still hadn't awakened.
