Zhang Qiling looked at Qingye, who was sitting cross-legged beside him. He pulled down the hand she had been resting on the top of his head, pressed it against the side of his face, and rubbed against it gently a couple of times before closing his eyes. As for Qingye's murmuring consciousness, he believed that if she wanted him to know, she would tell him.
Zhang Haike’s closed eyes trembled involuntarily before falling still, forcing himself to slip into sleep as if he hadn’t been the one who just heard Qingye whispering.
Deep in the dense woods, Zhang Jiuri stood atop a boulder, looking up at Shuofeng circling overhead. "Ancestor, it's just ahead," he said, jumping down from the rock and looking at Qingye, who was standing beneath a tree.
Chapter 495