During his time at the Black and White Mountain, he once ate clusters of locust flowers, and he indeed missed them a bit.
"If you like them, I'll make them again and bring them to you," Sister-in-law Bai said, holding the little girl's hand as she left.
In the evening, Jia Heng returned with his team, still with no casualties among the villagers—all were quite cautious. One outsider was injured, reportedly nearly dragged away by a pale hand in the quagmire, severed one of his feet, and escaped using Blood Escape.
As the night deepened, Jia Heng came to find Qin Ming for a drink, his spirits low. Once again, he asked, "Brother, are you sure you've never heard of Great Saint Su Qingwei outside?"
Qin Ming nodded and replied, "I haven't heard of her. The world is so big, even with the stature of a Great Saint, she might not be renowned everywhere, perhaps famous in one or two domains. It's normal for me not to have heard of her."
