Ye Baiyi smiled briefly--because of that stiff face of his, it was always impossible for others to tell if he had sincerely intended a smile, or if it was a sarcastic, fake one. Soon afterwards, they heard him say, "What do I know? I am no more than an old fool who has lived for many years as a hermit on Changming Mountain, what can I know?"

He turned and walked on, with his back towards them. "Although I do know one person who might be clear about what happened all those years ago."

Zhou Zishu instructed Zhang Chengling, "Keep up", and caught up to Ye Baiyi. Wen Kexing found it a little odd as well, so he asked, "What person has such omnipotent knowledge?"

Ye Baiyi did not even look back as a few words drifted from his mouth. "Long Que of the Puppet Manor."

Zhou Zishu's brow furrowed as he could not help but point out, “Legend has it that there is indeed such a Puppet Manor within Shuzhong, but it is concealed deep within the mountains. The lord of the Puppet Manor, Long Que, is a master of traps and of the art of the vanishing door; that manor appears to be migratory. I have repeatedly ordered men to create a map, and each time, the one who edited the map would swear that there was nothing wrong with the map, but when one visited the place again, there would be no trace of the manor that appears and vanishes mysteriously…”

Ye Baiyi said, “You're useless.”

--Indeed, a dog's mouth could not utter anything as precious as ivory.

Zhou Zishu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, unclenched his fist to clench it once more, and silently regarded Ye Baiyi's head, which he found increasingly suitable for clobbering. To one side, Zhang Chengling was tugging at the corner of his shirt, opening his mouth to ask a question, but was viciously glared at by Zhou Zishu. Irritably whisking the corner of his shirt back, Zhou Zishu scolded, "You're a rascal of more than a decade old, if you have something to say, say it. What are you doing, being a shrinking violet of a young wife?"

He was clearly enraged; Zhang Chengling retracted his head, and did not dare to speak.

Zhou Zishu casted a glance at him. "Hurry up and say what you have to say!"

"Shi, shifu, are we going to keep heading to Shuzhong?"