The Post Sky Tipping Era

Facing Zhao Qian, who flung herself onto him, crying her heart out, Li Yi was somewhat taken aback for a moment.

He hadn’t expected Zhao Qian’s emotional fluctuations to be so intense that she couldn’t control herself even on the perilous Ghost Street, bursting into tears upon seeing him, and her emotions seemed off-kilter. It wasn’t the joy of reunion, but rather a sorrow as deep as a silent acceptance of death.

What had happened during this period to cause Zhao Qian such grief?

Li Yi wanted to ask.

But he quickly noticed that Zhao Qian’s behavior had attracted the attention of nearby ghosts. Several unsettling stares turned their way, and some figures were even slowly closing in. It was fortunate that both were in disguise, concealing most of their living presence; otherwise, they would have been in even more trouble.

"Miss Zhao, this is not the place to talk, we need to leave quickly."

With a sense of impending danger, Li Yi urgently pulled Zhao Qian, who was still crying, and quickly ran deeper into the alley.

Avoiding most of the figures on Ghost Street significantly reduced the danger.

Then, in a quiet corner of the alley, Li Yi stopped to make sure nothing had followed them before he asked in a hushed voice, "Miss Zhao, I saw you in my dream while I was sleeping today, and someone explained to me that you were contacting me through the Dream Implanting Technique. So I immediately rushed to Ghost Street, but why are you so heartbroken upon seeing me? What has happened?"

"Calm down, don’t be afraid, I’m here for you," he reassured Zhao Qian, helping her steady her emotions.

Zhao Qian’s eyes were red from crying, and she wiped her tears away: "Brother Yi, father... father, he’s in trouble. So many people are after us, many of my fellow disciples are dead. We’re surrounded by corpses and have nowhere to flee. In the end, father decided to let me enter Ghost Street again to seek your help..."