While Yin Changli was deep in thought, Xiang Haikui remained silent, resting her chin on her palm as she pondered things too.

From time to time, she glanced at him.

Before they knew it, sunlight streamed through the window, making the lamps in the room unnecessary.

When the two stepped outside, the gate restrictions had just been lifted, and the sound of suona immediately flooded their ears.

“He’s still playing?” Within a single day, Xiang Haikui had already discovered Blood Asura’s “unwavering” personality trait.

It was precisely this “trait” that Yin Changli had seized upon, allowing him to fearlessly trick him.

As soon as Blood Asura saw the two walk out the door, he immediately stopped playing. “Are you two finally done talking?!”

After dropping this line, he jumped down from the wall and fled hurriedly, terrified that Yin Changli might say, “We were just planning to continue our chat elsewhere. If you stop playing, you’re a grandson.”

Seeing his panicked escape, Yin Changli laughed, “Blood Asura, I’m of the same generation as your grandfather, so acknowledging yourself as my grandson isn’t a loss.”

Xiang Haikui advised, “That’s enough, Senior. Stop aggravating him.”

She wasn’t meddling in the grudge between these two powerful figures; she had noticed that Blood Asura was quite stubborn and not someone who learned from his mistakes.

The more Yin Changli disciplined him, the more determined he became. Since they would soon be traveling together, she had no desire for chaos along the way.

“Wait a moment, I’ll go invite my father.”

Since Yin Changli wanted to meet her father, and given their respective seniority and cultivation levels, her father should be the one coming to pay his respects.

But Yin Changli followed her. “Let me go personally. Look, I called him Uncle and he accepted it…”

Xiang Haikui stopped walking. “That’s because you called him that many times when you lost your memory, and he couldn’t react quickly enough.”

“Very well.”

“Then please wait in your room.”

Xiang Haikui left Yin Changli behind and walked out of the courtyard to find Xiang Heng.

She didn’t see a single person on the way; all the maids and servants were hiding in their rooms.

“Father?” She knocked on the door.

After Xiang Heng opened the door and heard that the noise outside had stopped, he let out a long sigh of relief.

On the way to see Yin Changli, he first sent a spiritual message asking, “There’s a rumor that this Asura Sword Master comes from a family of evil cultivators. Is that true?”

What kind of eccentricity was it to sit on someone’s wall playing suona in the middle of the night on your first visit?

And yet he was a respected elder, leaving them no option but to hide.

“It’s true, but Senior Blood was just trying to annoy Senior Yin…” Xiang Haikui walked beside him, keeping pace with his slow stride.

“Speaking of which…” Xiang Heng glanced toward Yin Changli’s quarters. “What’s going on with Senior Yin? When I greeted you, I didn’t react in time, but after returning to my room, I remembered the letter said he had regained consciousness. Why does he still call me ‘Uncle’?”

Xiang Haikui replied casually, “What else could it be? He’s pursuing me. How could he dare to act as your senior? Wouldn’t that confuse the generational hierarchy?”

Xiang Heng faltered in his steps, greatly surprised. “After Senior Yin recovered his memory, he’s still pursuing you?”

His voice suddenly rose considerably, startling Xiang Haikui, who shuddered and pouted with displeasure. “What do you mean by that? Am I that undesirable?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Xiang Heng reached out to rub her bun hairstyle. “I just thought that for a respected elder like him… never mind, that’s not what I meant. So now, you two…”

“Since it’s a pursuit, I naturally haven’t accepted yet.”

“Are you still thinking about that senior fellow student of yours… Jing Ran?”

At the mention of Jing Ran, Xiang Haikui’s eyes dimmed slightly. She raised an eyebrow and said, “It has nothing to do with anyone else. I simply don’t think much of him.”

“That’s good.” Xiang Heng lightly touched his chest.

Now it was Xiang Haikui who didn’t understand. “Is Senior Yin not worthy to be your son-in-law?”

Xiang Heng spoke earnestly, “It’s not about worthiness. His circle is far too complex. What you might experience by his side is something I can’t even imagine, let alone help you with.”

After Yin Changli’s reminder, he had sat in his room for half the night.

Since bringing his daughter to this world, she had been bound to Yin Changli, with a master behind them who was a colossal figure in the vast world.

Their abilities were beyond his imagination, so he naturally felt reassured.

Later, when his daughter went out to collect demon energy, he never said much.

After all, even with Yin Changli’s memory loss, a starved camel was still larger than a horse.

Moreover, since his own life had been saved by his daughter, what right did he have to lecture her?

She might even think he was narrow-minded and needlessly anxious.

Over time, he seemed to grow increasingly confident in this daughter who had been lost and found again, strong and valiant, blessed with noble assistance.

But Xiang Heng realized he had forgotten that though Yin Changli was strong, his opponents would be equally formidable.

Before coming to this world, his daughter had been just an ordinary college student.

Xiang Haikui observed her father’s expression, which suggested “Yin Changli is such a high branch that if small sparrows like us climbed up, we’d only feel the chill of the heights.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

No matter how she looked at him, he didn’t have any qualities of the “Divine Arrow.”

That was normal. Back on Earth, he had always been practical and down-to-earth.

“Father, do you know why Senior Yin wants to meet you?”

“Hmm?”

“He suspects you are an arrow forged by him and the former Crown Prince of the Heavenly Race.”

Xiang Heng?

On the way, Xiang Haikui briefly explained the situation.

After they arrived at Yin Changli’s room, Xiang Heng, now psychologically prepared, listened to his explanation once more.

Xiang Haikui had returned to her room to catch up on sleep, as Yin Changli told her he needed to extract a trace of her father’s primordial spirit, which would take several days.

After finishing his explanation, Yin Changli asked, “If I may inquire, Uncle, do you now feel completely normal without any anomalies?”

Xiang Heng replied, “No. Since arriving here, I’ve never experienced any more ‘hallucinations.'”

“That confirms it,” Yin Changli said. “If Uncle were truly the Divine Arrow, having changed to a physical body, you would now be completely ordinary.”

He first gave a random explanation.

Without knowing the true reason, speculating was meaningless.

Moreover, telling Xiang Heng wouldn’t help, because regardless of why he lost the Divine Arrow power, Xiang Heng becoming an ordinary person was already fact.

Let alone the ability to penetrate space, he had even lost the advantages of his Heavenly Martial bloodline.

Most likely, it was irreversible—lost forever.

The Divine Arrow was destroyed.

The path to connecting with the Three Thousand Great Worlds could not be realized in the short term.

Xiang Heng rubbed his fingertips thoughtfully. “Hmm.”

Yin Changli sat across from him, observing his expression. “Uncle seems not to care much?”

Xiang Heng snapped back to attention and smiled briefly. “Whether I’m an ordinary person or a divine arrow, I’m still myself, aren’t I? What’s the difference? However…”

He looked back at Yin Changli. “Senior has been waiting for this sword to return for so many years. You must be very disappointed.”

Yin Changli smiled. “No, I’m not disappointed.”

That was the truth.

Currently, with chaotic situations among the various races, truly creating a spatial tunnel would bring immeasurable risks.

It was more stable to support Bai Xingxian in controlling the Heavenly Realm.

After the situation completely stabilized and the various races developed for some years, merging with the Three Thousand Worlds wouldn’t be too late.

Yes, even if Bai Xingxian had sufficient ability to stabilize the situation, connecting with the Three Thousand Worlds was the inevitable trend.

He praised Xiang Heng, “Little Kui’s adaptability is very strong, often leaving me puzzled. It seems she inherited this from you, Uncle.”

“Not really.” Xiang Heng had been holding back for a long time. “For instance, Senior always addresses me as ‘Uncle,’ which I still can’t accept.”

When Yin Changli had lost his memory, he called him this way too many times. Xiang Heng thought he was ill and didn’t correct him.

Now that he had returned to his former self, but still addressed him this way, he truly couldn’t accept it.

Yin Changli’s face remained calm. “Would you like me to change how I address you?”

Xiang Heng nodded repeatedly. “It would be better to change it.”

Yin Changli asked, “What would you prefer me to call you? Would ‘Father-in-law’ be suitable?”

Xiang Heng was shocked. “No, that’s not—”

“I understand your eagerness, but is this appropriate?” Yin Changli interrupted him, wearing a rather troubled expression. “Little Kui hasn’t fully accepted me yet. It wouldn’t be proper for me to suddenly address you as ‘Father-in-law’…”

Xiang Heng was truly speechless. He had never met someone so thick-skinned.

Xiang Heng knew himself well; without having a falling out with Yin Changli, there was no hope of winning an argument against him. He compromised with a wave of his hand. “Fine, keep calling me Uncle then.”

“Yes, Uncle.” Yin Changli smiled, cupping his hands respectfully toward him.

Xiang Heng’s face grew wooden. Remembering something, he asked, “If I truly was that Heavenly Martial Divine Arrow originally, would it affect my daughter?”

“The impact on her is minimal.” Yin Changli shook his head. “Although she can both see and hear, that place is, after all, an intersection between two worlds. After leaving that intersection, she returns to normal. This small talent is so insignificant it can be disregarded.”

Xiang Heng nodded.

Yin Changli stood up. “Uncle, please remove your protective spiritual energy. I need to extract some of your primordial spirit.”

“Very well.” Xiang Heng complied readily, not even asking what he wanted it for.

No matter what, he and his daughter owed their lives to him. One should remember kindness for a thousand years.

Yin Changli took his primordial spirit to make a paper crane that he would release after reaching the neighboring world.

If the Divine Arrow’s power had been taken by someone, no matter how skillfully done, they couldn’t completely separate the power from the primordial spirit.

The paper crane could track it.

So, finding a way to send Xiang Haikui back to her homeland at this critical juncture wasn’t a distraction for Yin Changli.

Though he didn’t care about the Divine Arrow being destroyed, he had to investigate who had destroyed the heart’s blood of Shuluoye and himself.

If his first guess was correct, that person had killed Xiang Haikui’s mother. Finding this person would avenge his “mother-in-law” while simultaneously earning some goodwill.

…

Extracting primordial spirit energy was no easy task. It took a full seven days and consumed a great amount of Yin Changli’s spiritual power.

Upon completion, his temples were covered in sweat.

Xiang Heng wasn’t in much better condition; he rested for a while before leaving.

“Uncle,” Yin Changli called out.

Xiang Heng already had one leg across the threshold but turned back. “Does Senior have any instructions?”

Yin Changli asked, “Have you ever asked her?”

Xiang Heng didn’t understand. “Hmm?”

Yin Changli said, “Asked her why she wants to return to her homeland?”

Xiang Heng replied, “Isn’t that normal? If you could travel between both worlds, I’d want to go back and see too.”

Yin Changli said, “You want to go back for a visit, but she wants to go back to live.”

Xiang Heng said, “She’s only been here for ten years. Being away from home for the first time is like that. When I first arrived, I also thought about going back every day…”

“But Uncle, back then, you had a young, helpless daughter waiting in your homeland. She has no relatives there, so what’s her purpose?” Yin Changli gradually guided him.

Xiang Heng was straightforward, single-minded, and not as clever as Xiang Haikui. His emotional intelligence was particularly negligible.

Otherwise, none of his disciples would have turned out so poorly.

If he directly expressed his dissatisfaction, Xiang Heng might not understand.

Guiding him step by step to reflect on his own would be better.

After all, there was plenty of time ahead.

Sure enough, Xiang Heng was stunned by his question.

“Please don’t mind my meddling, Uncle. It’s just that I… care deeply for her. I want to understand all her thoughts.” Yin Changli said with deep emotion, “I consider myself good at understanding people’s hearts, but this matter truly puzzles me. Please think carefully, and when you figure it out, kindly enlighten me.”

Xiang Heng left in a daze.

Yin Changli put away the jade bottle containing the primordial spirit energy and took out a handkerchief embroidered with sunflowers to wipe the sweat from his temples.

He wanted to believe that Xiang Heng had merely forgotten how to love his daughter, rather than not loving her at all.

Having lived for so long, he understood the cruelty of time.

So cruel that sometimes when he thought of his brothers and sisters, he couldn’t match their faces with their names.

He could also somewhat understand Xiang Heng’s protection of Xiang Tianqing.

He had raised Xiao Bai for five hundred years, from babbling and learning to speak to tottering and learning to walk, all the way to adulthood. What began as a sense of duty eventually turned into treating him like his own son.

However, he forced himself to understand Xiang Heng only because he knew how important Xiang Heng was to Xiang Haikui.

…

After another three days, allowing Xiang Heng and Xiang Haikui to spend quality time together, they departed.

Xiang Heng saw them off at the door. When saying goodbye, he hesitated for a long while, then looked at Xiang Haikui and said, “How about father accompanies you as well?”

Xiang Haikui was already prepared to wave goodbye to him, but paused in surprise. She shook her head, “No need. We don’t know how long this will take. Yin Sha has no one to manage it now, and you can’t be away for too long. Go back to Yin Sha soon. With these two powerful seniors protecting me, what are you worried about?”

Xiang Heng frowned. “But…”

“No buts.” Xiang Haikui pushed him away.

Xiang Heng fell silent for a moment, then bowed with cupped hands toward Yin Changli and Blood Asura. “Then I entrust my daughter to both of you.”

Blood Asura nodded slightly, acknowledging his agreement.

Yin Changli cupped his hands in return. “Rest assured, Uncle.”

After leaving the city, they needed to switch from the beast cart to the small black ball.

Now, a serious problem confronted them: Bai Xingxian had left, so who would pull the cart?

Though the small black ball was fast, it had one drawback—it couldn’t lock onto a direction.

“We still have Blood Asura,” Yin Changli reassured Xiang Haikui.

“What? You ask for my help, and now you want me to pull the cart?” Blood Asura couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Where did this fellow get the confidence that he would pull the cart?

Yin Changli corrected him, “Our relationship isn’t mutual help, it’s a transaction. I apologize, and you accompany us to the Mirage Realm.”

Blood Asura angrily retorted, “Even so, we’re equals. Why should I pull the cart?”

“Then don’t borrow my flying treasure.” Yin Changli handed him a map. “Fly there yourself.”

“Fine, I’ll fly myself.” Blood Asura took the map and was immediately shocked.

It was so far!

No matter that, as a powerful cultivator in the Tribulation Transcendence realm, he could fly quite fast with his sword.

Xiang Haikui covered her face. “You fall into every trap. Can’t you think before responding so quickly? He said fly yourself personally, which means you can’t use your sword. Understand?”