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He was a person of great wisdom. If it weren't for his lack of ambition to be the best, the Qi Family would be in danger.
After circling a small hill, everyone waited there. The Two Little Treasures hadn't seen Sang Qingxiao for a few days and immediately opened their arms to rush over, chattering about how much they missed her. Their words came out so fast that Sang Qingxiao couldn't even manage a simple reply.
The Silly Beast was getting anxious, stamping its feet, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"People are waiting for me! I miss them!"
With everyone so close, no one stopped him anymore. The Silly Beast jumped down directly, descending at quite a speed. Before long, those standing above felt the tremors coming from the bottom of the cliff.
The tremors were significant; it seemed he was too eager and landed hard. The entire Liang Family shook as well, but no one came forward to inquire.
The others also began to use their abilities to descend to the bottom of the cliff. The two little treasures were gently lowered by the branches of Old Vine. The sensation of weight made them feel curious, and they all exclaimed that they wanted to play here more often in the future.
At the bottom of the cliff, there were no signs of the Silly Beast, but many footprints remained.
In fact, there was no need to follow his footprints; there was still some distance from the location provided by Qi Xiaomian, yet one could already sense a faint Magic Breath.
According to later texts, where the Demon King fell, not a blade of grass would grow and living beings would scatter. Yet here, some Creeping Grass and traces of small beasts could still be seen.
The instinct of beasts to seek fortune and avoid harm is innate, sharp, and highly accurate. However, judging from these traces, their movements were leisurely, indicating that the Magic Breath at the bottom of the cliff might not pose any threat to them.
Some beasts had even moved here, seemingly hoping to protect themselves with this Magic Breath.
What an extraordinary Demon King indeed.
After walking a bit further, they could hear the cries of the Silly Beast in the distance, which frightened the small animals that had settled nearby into a frenzy.
Sang Qingxiao witnessed firsthand what it meant to wait for a hare by a stump.
As they got closer, the Magic Breath grew stronger; however, this Magic Breath bore no malice and seemed to gather more around Qi Xiaomian.
Qi Xiaomian responded, "I have returned; the Silly Beast has returned as well."
The Magic Breath revealed joy.
"We have come this time to collect your remains. Are you willing? Or do you have any requests?"
"Magic Breath" meant to "Qi Xiaomian," whatever, it doesn't matter, not accepting it is fine too.
"Qi Xiaomian" then asked, "Where is your soul?"
To this question, "Magic Breath" did not respond. Instead, he left "Qi Xiaomian" and embraced the crying "Silly Beast."
As "Silly Beast" cried, he recounted his experiences over the years, hitting himself several times and cursing himself for being foolish and gullible, easily deceived by others.
"Sang Qingxiao," standing beside "Qi Xiaomian," whispered, "Before, he could only say a few words at a time, but now he can speak in full sentences."
"Qi Xiaomian" snorted coldly, "I knew all along that this kid was just pretending to be simple-minded. Only you all fall for his tricks and keep comforting him."
Sigh, they say once a teacher, always a father. This kid is loved and cherished by his father. Just look at that pitiful appearance; at least the tears are real. A few comforting words wouldn't hurt.
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