"These experiences enrich life, but also weather it."

"Yet every event experienced in this life is not something we can say no to."

Fang Che said bitterly: "Indeed, every event in life cannot be refused. The Ninth Lord was right!"

Dongfang Sansan said: "This third cup of tea is called ’Dust Heart Years.’ This tea is produced on the Guardian Continent, and under heaven, there are only two tea trees at the headquarters. The tea trees are mystical, often dragging their roots, wandering outside my window late at night... just like a couple taking a stroll."

Fang Che’s heavy mood was nearly lightened by these two sentences.

Suddenly recalling the vine he had driven away with a splash of urine, he couldn’t help but feel his belly filled with laughter.

This midnight stroll with roots outside Dongfang Sansan’s window seemed ghostly no matter how you looked at it.

Dongfang Sansan didn’t laugh: "Sometimes when they stroll, I too join them for a round, nestled between the two trees, after two laps, it feels as though the weary heart lightens a lot, as if much has been washed away..."

"However, I cannot do it often, they stroll a dozen times, and I join in only once, after all, it’s not right to interrupt their couple time, a little benefit now and then is nice."

Dongfang Sansan said: "And the greatest effect of these two tea trees is... to wash away some of the traces of years and experiences on your heart."

"I know the bitterness in your heart, hence, I brought a foam for you."

Dongfang Sansan laughed: "Don’t feel it’s sparse, the truth is these two trees are very stingy, no one can pick the tea except me, even for me, it requires a lot of coaxing, like coaxing a child. Pluck a bud, and the tree shivers, making one reluctant to proceed."

Fang Che nearly laughed aloud.

He raised a cup of tea, drank it all in one gulp, and immediately felt the dust of the heart washed away, and his body felt much lighter.

The memories that felt somewhat unpleasant seemed to be truly washed away.

He quickly stopped: "I’ll just drink this one cup."

"Why?"

Fang Che calmly said: "I need to remember those things. I don’t want to forget."

Dongfang Sansan sighed softly: "...fine."

Fang Che began to slowly recount.

The information inconvenient to pass through Ye Meng started to unfold bit by bit.

When he mentioned the Yin Yang Realm Cemetery...

"Stop!"

Dongfang Sansan’s face suddenly turned extremely serious: "Guard? Wolf King? Tiger King? Star Domain? Star Domain?!"

This news for Dongfang Sansan was exceptionally bad!

Because it verified all his worst fears.

"The Divine War indeed lost, and... the Guard all perished."

Dongfang Sansan’s face turned slightly pale. As a Commander himself, he understood what it meant for a commander’s Guard to be entirely wiped out.

It meant the Commander must go to the battlefield personally to fight.

But, with his Guard all dead, it indicated one thing: the enemy’s combat power certainly still exists!

Thus, the outlook was not good.

He cautiously asked: "Did the report mention... the enemy’s losses after the battle? Or say, their injuries?"

Fang Che shook his head: "No."

Dongfang Sansan frowned.

In deep thought.

Murmuring: "There’s time here to build a cemetery for the Guard; thus, the enemy’s loss must be substantial too. Otherwise, normally, after destroying the enemy’s Guard, the most sensible action would be to pursue and eliminate the Commander."

"This indicates the enemy also needs rest."

"If so, although there’s a disparity in strength between the two sides, it’s not very large. If the Divine perished here, the enemy must be heavily damaged too."

"Even... with such a gap, if the enemy doesn’t have strong aides, the Divine here might be severely injured but not in life-threatening danger. However, numerous signs show the Divine here has fallen..."

"If so, the enemy has helpers, or perhaps, possesses a secondary god not much weaker than the Main God. However, such situations easily lead to backlash..."

After a long silence, he asked: "Were you chased by snakes? Centipedes often?"

"Yes."

Dongfang Sansan again began to ponder: "Celestial Worm God... centipede, snake..."

"At the time of Jun Lin, Celestial Worm God’s avatar was weak... later with the Five Spirits Gu tactic, Wei Wo Zheng Sect emerged..."

"Meaning severe damage is certain. This aligns with the battle conditions."

"The other actor should be Snake God... right? Hence, the Main God of this realm fell..."

He slowly considered: "That Little Bear, healthy and lively? Yet never showed strength?"

"Yes."

"Is indeed a regular bear in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan? In this Yin Yang Realm a Little Bear? Can it be confirmed to be the same bear?"

"Yes."

Dongfang Sansan asked several questions and fell silent again.

Softly said: "So, the Yin Yang Realm is its own territory, in fact, a cemetery? Plus the strategic reserve rear?? But the resources inside aren’t enough to provide aid in such a Divine War, meaning it’s the most peripheral?"

Fang Che scratched his head at Dongfang Sansan’s self-talk... heard without understanding.

Or understood a tiny bit, but that tiny bit was less than total ignorance.

If truly assessing him and Dongfang Sansan, they wouldn’t be in the same world. If differentiating purely by wisdom, much less the same species!

"Next time if there’s such space trial, you must go in no matter what!"

Dongfang Sansan directly issued the stern order.

"Yes."

Then Dongfang Sansan frowned, and said: "Is Little Bear close to Yan Beihan?"

"Yes."

Dongfang Sansan silently nodded.

Returned to contemplation once more.