Chapter 8: Finding People and Farming

Thinking and thinking, drowsiness eventually took over. Su Zhirui drifted off to sleep on the stone, only to be scooped up by a man’s long arms and rolled obediently into his warm embrace.

It was nearly midday when she lazily opened her eyes. As she lifted her eyelids, her face turned pale with fright. What was going on?

"Don't move." Sensing she was awake, Yi Huang immediately issued a warning.

"Master, can we please not feed the sharks?" Su Zhirui asked, her heart pounding as she took in their surroundings.

"Nothing will happen," Yi Huang replied, continuing to walk forward with steady steps.

"Let's go back and have children," Su Zhirui tried to entice him, seeing that he wouldn't compromise.

"Nothing will happen."

"But I'm scared."

"Nothing will happen."

"..."

She wasn't exaggerating at all. They were surrounded by seawater, endless and vast, with no shore in sight in either direction. Beneath their feet was truly nothing but a single log—it looked like rotted wood that had been there for years, dark in color, and it felt as though her neck might snap at any moment.

"Why does a place like this even exist?" Su Zhirui was genuinely terrified; she could only close her eyes, refusing to look at her surroundings.

"This is a shortcut to Ruoshui," Yi Huang replied nonchalantly as he kept walking.

"I'm going to fall off." Good heavens, how long was this? There was no end in sight; were they planning to spend the rest of their lives on this log?

"I won't let you fall," Yi Huang answered again, his face remaining cold.

"You won't let me fall? You're just going to fall off with me," Su Zhirui couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Master, why exactly did we travel thousands of miles to go to Ruoshui?" Now that it was mentioned, she had to ask, as the place made her incredibly curious.

"To find someone and to farm." Yi Huang tossed out those five words, nearly causing Su Zhirui to roll off his back. Good heavens, what kind of man had she encountered?

"Why travel so far just to farm?" Resting her chin in her hand, Su Zhirui was curious beyond measure.

"Only there is it suitable for you to farm," Yi Huang replied with a cold gaze.

"I request the full, unabridged explanation."

"The soil is fertile; seeds grow as soon as they are planted."

The implication was a jab at her for being pampered and incapable of farm work, suggesting that only in Ruoshui would she avoid starving to death.

"You can keep beating around the bush to insult me, it doesn't matter." With a muffled grunt, Su Zhirui simply closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, drooling and dreaming sweet dreams. When she woke up again, Su Zhirui was startled once more. What was this pitch-black cave? It was incredibly vast, filled with dark, gloomy rocks everywhere.

"May I ask, Master, what are those dark things above our heads that look like butterflies but also like bats?" Su Zhirui couldn't help but roll her eyes at the ceiling as she continued to question him.

"Hell Butterflies."

"May I ask, Master, why do you look like you don't want to answer me?" Struggling to keep her hands from reaching for Yi Huang's neck, Su Zhirui was already feeling a hint of anger.

"Because these are not things you should be asking about."

"Then what am I supposed to ask about?"

"..." The answer she received was silence, implying that right now, at this very moment, there were no questions she should be asking.

"Damn you..." Spitting out the crude words, Su Zhirui completely admitted defeat. She had reached a point of utter speechlessness. She felt stifled; she originally had many questions she wanted to ask, but considering this man's attitude and way of responding, her intuition told her

It would be better to let them rot in her stomach.