Just as Little Flame was at a loss, a sudden thought struck him; he sensed someone approaching.
His divine sense was still sharp; after all, he was only a Nascent Soul.
Little Flame leaped up and hid in the rooftop drain, secretly observing the approaching person.
A young man walked ahead with a lazy smile, followed by a middle-aged man with a cold and solemn expression.
Despite the still-hot weather and many passersby wearing short sleeves, these two were rather odd. The young man wore a Tang suit, while the middle-aged man wore a black suit. If a passerby recognized these outfits, they would likely think that the two would look better dressed differently.
Yan Qianlie, however, couldn't see this. Instead, he felt that both men possessed a certain air of refinement, especially… they both exhibited a certain spiritual fluctuation. Were they cultivators of this world?
The young man in the Tang suit walked to the railing, leaned on the handrail, and gazed at the city. He said leisurely, "So many people have fallen in Nanjiang, and you still go there? You're crazy." The middle-aged man in the black suit stood beside him with a stern expression, both looking down at the city view. After a long while, he slowly said, "You, Zhong Yi, spend all day idly hanging around Nanjiang. Don't tell me it's just for fun." If Chu Ge were here, he would recognize the young man in the Tang suit as Zhong Yi.
Hearing this, Zhong Yi smiled slightly: "Ultimately, you and I are different." The middle-aged man in the black suit sneered: "What's the difference? Didn't you suspect the spiritual energy originated in Nanjiang, which is why you're staying here to investigate clues?"
"Yes, that's true, but I only want to uncover the truth and pursue the result," Zhong Yi said leisurely. "And what about you, Du Lianfeng?"
The middle-aged man called Du Lianfeng sneered slightly: "Is this why you schemed and destroyed my Five Elements Group?"
Zhong Yi said: "I don't deny that when I cooperated with Zhang Qiren against the Wang family, it was indeed partly aimed at the Iron Anvil gang, but that was clearly not the main reason..."
Du Lianfeng sneered: "Then what was it? Was it really to combat the Wang family's crimes?"
"Why not?" Zhong Yi also began to sneer: "The reason it wasn't aimed at the Iron Anvil and their Five Elements Group is simple: because they are not worthy of my deliberate schemes."
"You!" Du Lianfeng clenched his fist.
Zhong Yi seemed too lazy to respond, saying indifferently, "You sent the Five Elements Group to Nanjiang, and what kind of people were they gathering—those who could walk through walls and wade through water, lurking and spying everywhere, swarming around any clue about treasure like flies to dog shit. Are you really searching for the source of superpowers, or are you just looking for some treasure for yourself? You know the answer."
"Could it be that you aren't?" Du Lianfeng sneered, "What incident didn't involve you? Even the Wang family's mess got the National Security Bureau involved, leading to Ruan Jian and the others' downfall. Who else could it be if not you who snitched?"
"That's right, my snitching was to kill them, not because I wanted them to," Zhong Yi said calmly. "That's the difference."
Du Lianfeng was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "So you're saying that as long as you don't get involved in those messy things, and it's just about finding the truth, you won't interfere?"
Zhong Yi said, "Why should I interfere if you don't commit any crimes? I'm not a policeman, am I supposed to investigate your old cases?"
Du Lianfeng laughed, "You're getting impatient."
Zhong Yi paused, but didn't refute.
Du Lianfeng sneered, "The so-called revived spiritual energy today has suddenly become much denser. I can even sense that this spiritual energy is very likely emanating from the South River. You've been observing here for so long, yet you haven't seen a single fart!" Hearing this, Yan Qianlie thought to himself, "You call this spiritual energy, which is less than my fart, 'much denser'? Did you all spend your lives in cesspools before?"
But Zhong Yi slowly said, "So what if I can't observe it? I've never considered this kind of thing a truth that can be figured out in a few years."
Du Lianfeng sneered, "Of course, you won't feel pain, which means all the tissues in your body can stop functioning... You won't age either, you have endless time."
Zhong Yi's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and he whispered, "That's not necessarily true."
His voice was barely audible, and Du Lianfeng didn't hear it, but Yan Qianlie did, thinking to himself that this was starting to get interesting...
Du Lianfeng said, "Zhong Yi, I won't hold it against you for ruining my plans several times before. How about we cooperate?"
Zhong Yi stared blankly into the distance, his voice slightly hoarse, "I have my own path, I won't cooperate with you... If you're seeking the truth, I won't stop you, but if you act recklessly..."
He slowly turned and left the rooftop: "There's a place for you in Nanjiang Prison."
Du Lianfeng's expression turned fierce, watching Zhong Yi's back disappear, his fists clenched tightly, seemingly with some apprehension, before finally relaxing.
Only after Zhong Yi had been gone for a long time did he sneer slightly: "Just seeking the truth? SSS is right there, when did it become your place to overstep your bounds! What are you thinking? You're probably even deceiving yourself." Yan Qianlie secretly compared himself to Zhong Yi, feeling that the person before him was more like himself, but Zhong Yi clearly had more secrets. He pondered for a moment, then quietly followed Zhong Yi.
Secretly watching Zhong Yi, perhaps he could unravel the secrets of this world?
He couldn't just randomly follow someone and run into Qiu Wuji and the Heavenly Father God, could he?
... Meanwhile, Chu Ge had also reached a crucial juncture in his life.
Since discovering that the explosion of channels had a significant benefit to the world's presence and realism, Chu Ge had begun to consider copyright adaptation.
But he had never had any relevant channels and didn't know how to find them. Moreover, theoretically, the copyright was handled by the game's developer, so it seemed pointless for him to search for it himself? But then he heard that he had also made contact with some… He didn't understand; he had never been a top-tier developer, and he was completely clueless about these high-level things.
Just as he was about to ask a familiar expert in a popular online forum for advice, the editor contacted him.
"Chu Ge, we're promoting your copyright. Please fill out these forms." Chu Ge looked at the huge pile of forms sent to him: "IP Information Form," "Anime Information Application Form," "Film and Television Production Information Application Form," "Game Adaptation Evaluation Application Form," and so on—a veritable sea of forms—and was overjoyed!
Poor old nobody, unaware that many people have filled out these forms before, and that filling them out is likely to be a waste of time, a far cry from actually getting the copyright. On the contrary, many who actually sell their copyrights haven't even filled out these things…
Chu Ge assumed that with the forms practically handed to him, there was at least a glimmer of hope, right?
Overjoyed, Chu Ge opened the various forms and began filling them out rapidly.
They even wanted an outline?
No problem, he already had an outline; he could just copy and paste!
Want to highlight the strengths?
He started praising it wildly: beautiful writing, well-developed characters, a captivating plot… Qiu Qiu is adorable!
Qiu Wuji sat speechlessly to the side, watching the overly excited Chu Ge, but inwardly happy for him.
Long ago, when Qiu Wuji had just transmigrated, Chu Ge had pointed to a TV series and said, "The day our book is adapted for the screen..."
Although his tone was casual and calm, Qiu Wuji could still sense the deep longing within him.
Unexpectedly, this opportunity had arrived.
After struggling for a good half hour, Chu Ge sent the spreadsheet back to the editor, jokingly adding, "Word is big, please bear with it."
Thinking he was about to be scolded for his overly excited and careless remarks, the editor replied, "Even if it's big, it's still Microsoft."
Chu Ge: "?"
"The editorial department has heard of 'Short-skinned Chu Ge'..."
"Injustice, Editor! I'm clearly thick and long..."
The editor went silent, not replying.
But the fact that he responded to the joke and even flirted back meant the editor was in a good mood?
Chu Ge chuckled to himself, pulling Qiu Wuji close, thinking, "Mission accomplished! Let's kiss!" Qiu Wuji, annoyed by his attitude, grabbed his face and pulled him aside, asking, "I see you have a good relationship with your editor? I heard from others that editors ignore people."
"Whose advice are you listening to…?"
"That's how it is in the Cao Ge group and Zhen Ge group. Many of them are writers too."
"Eh…" Chu Ge was embarrassed to tell her that he hadn't spoken to his editor for months either. He had to pretend to be knowledgeable in front of his girlfriend.
So he told her seriously, "Actually, they don't understand the tricks of communicating with editors. When you have an editor in the future, remember, your editor won't remember you. Just call out, 'Hey, you flat-chested editor,' and she'll remember you for life."