Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

This mountain valley is densely covered with tall trees, their massive canopies crowding together. Even though it is daytime, walking at the bottom of the valley feels like twilight on an overcast day.

However, brightness is not important to You Su, who is long accustomed to walking by relying on his Divine Sense. It’s just that there are too many accumulated pools of water at the valley bottom, with countless small puddles indistinguishable to the naked eye, leaving mud and stains on the clothes and shoes of both individuals.

He Kongyue paid no heed, instead carefully using a small jade hammer and a Compass to knock and examine the ground. Occasionally he frowned, and at other times his expression relaxed.

He tirelessly explored the valley bottom back and forth, and since You Su couldn’t offer any help, he felt embarrassed to remain idle beside him. He could only take out an oiled paper umbrella and follow closely behind He Kongyue, shielding him from the accumulated rain falling from the tree canopies.

After several confirmations, the sky had completely darkened, and He Kongyue’s eyes finally revealed delight:

"Not bad, it’s almost certain that Mr. Chengying’s tomb is right beneath here!"

"Indeed, it came without much effort," You Su also laughed.

"Of course, Mr. You didn’t put in much effort," He Kongyue casually found a stone to sit on.

You Su, slightly embarrassed, explained:

"I didn’t mean to undermine Mr. He’s hard work; it’s just that the He Family put in so much effort searching for Mr. Chengying’s tomb, yet it turned out to benefit us in the end."

"The He Family has Sword Cultivators, but Ye Erong is not one. She probably came here for reasons similar to mine, seeking some excitement, and the Sword Cultivator’s opportunities may not be very significant to her. The Ye Family purely mobilized extensively to protect her for the little princess’s happiness."

He Kongyue took out a water pouch from the Qiankun Bag, gulped down a mouthful, the water droplets sliding down his fair neck, and he immediately laughed at You Su:

"We people are well protected and would not easily give up any chance for excitement. Being a young master or lady in Henggao City isn’t easy. Outsiders look down on us, thinking we’re nothing but playboys, but if they provoke us, they’d realize they’re hitting a brick wall. Hey, Chunchan is probably still being stopped by Ye Erong outside the valley."

You Su deeply agreed with these words. These children of noble lineages have abundant family support, their knowledge and wisdom are also extraordinary, and even if they don’t match some remarkable talents in potential, they can at least maintain stability in the top tier, which is a reason why a family can flourish for generations.

"After all, we’re taking advantage of Miss Ye."

You Su also sat on the stone. Above the heavens, stars and the moon gradually hung.

"So, do you feel indebted and want to compensate them?"

He Kongyue glanced at You Su and continued:

"Ye Erong does look quite decent, somewhat resembling your junior sister, although she’s not as beautiful as your junior sister. Their personalities are similar in type, but Ye Erong is a bit more domineering and foolish. However, her lineage is far above a lesser daughter of a declining Snake Race, certainly a good value."

"Has Mr. He taken a liking?"

You Su knowingly asked.

He Kongyue covered his forehead and chuckled, saying:

"Whether I have taken a liking to her or not is another matter; at least the person she fancies isn’t me. The three Immortal Families are openly and covertly contesting, none submitting to the other, and inter-family marriages are rare. If I hadn’t spoken out to save her, Ye Erong probably wouldn’t have called me Mr. He."

The implicit meaning in his words was that Ye Erong might not call him, but the cry of ’You Su brother’ sounded sweetly.

"Given this, there’s no debt owed. Mr. He diverted her romantic tribulation, and she returned us an intelligence, no favors owed," You Su reasoned.

"Is your junior sister that good?" He Kongyue asked curiously.

"Even if Ye Erong were the Daughter of the Heavenly Dao, she couldn’t compare to my junior sister," You Su replied honestly, for convenience, avoiding He Kongyue’s teasing joke about transferred affection.

"Then... Is your junior sister a bit better, or is your senior sister a bit better?" He Kongyue smiled playfully.

You Su’s expression slightly stiffened, undoubtedly a deadly question. He Kongyue could see that he and his junior sister shared a special bond, and this question probed You Su’s attitude towards Fairy Wangshu.

"They treat me much better than I treat them."

You Su didn’t answer directly; instead, he lowered his stance, prompting He Kongyue to smirk understandingly, for You Su’s words had already answered his question.

"Though Mr. You is blind, his vision is higher than anyone’s."

"I just... tend to repay kindness."

It was still a bit awkward for You Su to admit he was a sentimental male, especially with Chunchan’s as a precedent.

Nevertheless, You Su felt he was different from Chunchan, for being sentimental did not mean having indiscriminate affection—he would never abandon anyone he cherished.

Seeing You Su’s awkward look, He Kongyue couldn’t help but laugh, "Mr. You was right; you’re indeed someone who repays kindness. Otherwise, why would you come to the He Family seeking an unattainable person?"

You Su chuckled twice, then kept silent, trying to end the topic.

Just at this moment, a chilling wind swept past, shaking down remnants of rain from the trees.

While holding the umbrella, You Su complained: "This valley bottom’s eerie wind is continuous—not only cold, but with the rain, it hasn’t dried. It seems difficult to spend the night under the trees; should we leave first?"

He Kongyue extended his hand in mid-air, appearing thoughtful.

You Su did not understand his intent, but knowing He Kongyue must have sensed something, he waited quietly.

"Mr. You, did you feel that the recent wind was different from before?"

You Su recalled carefully, frowning: "More chilling indeed."

"Precisely..."

He Kongyue looked at his palm, a strand of hair fluttered in the wind.