My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

Although Meng Chuan was already a high-ranking saint, he was still no different from an ant in front of the "Great Dao" of the divine realm.

Some things, if we delve into them now, will only cause us more distress.

Meng Chuan changed the subject, telling Hou Tu about his encounter with Yan Qing shortly after arriving in the Divine Realm, and Yan Qing's subsequent disappearance...

Houtu frowned: "Missing?"

Meng Chuan briefly recounted how Yan Qing disappeared after the destruction of the Wanfa Hall, how he searched for her in vain, and how he used the law of cause and effect to confirm that she was still alive but her whereabouts were unknown.

Houtu frowned slightly: "Logically speaking, I'm in the Ice Spirit Holy Land, and you're in the Lonely Goose Holy Land. The distance between us is much greater than the distance between you and me. But I was able to receive the message and come to find you, while Yan Qing didn't come—this is not normal."

Meng Chuan's breath hitched.

Houtu continued, "Unless, she has no idea you're in the Lonely Goose Holy Land, or—"

Her voice lowered slightly: "She knows, but she can't come."

These words, like a needle, precisely pierced the corner of Meng Chuan's heart that was most worried.

He had always been reluctant to think in this direction, but Houtu's words forced him to face this possibility.

Yan Qing is likely trapped somewhere.

"I must find her."

Meng Chuan's expression darkened.

Houtu looked at him, said nothing, and simply nodded gently: "I'll go with you."

These four simple words filled Meng Chuan's heart with an indescribable warmth.

He didn't say thank you.

Because of their relationship, these two words are unnecessary.

Over the next few days, Meng Chuan took Hou Tu around the vicinity of the Lonely Goose Holy Land, and also took her to several places he had visited before.

Those roads he traveled, towns he stayed in, and taverns he inquired about when he was searching for Yan Qing.

Houtu stayed by his side the whole time, saying little and not urging him, just quietly keeping him company.

Sometimes, Meng Chuan would stop at an intersection and stare blankly ahead.

Houtu would stand beside him without saying a word, waiting for him to come to his senses before continuing forward.

This feeling is strange.

Although the two didn't exchange many words, Meng Chuan felt more at ease than ever before.

It's as if all those years spent together in the primordial world, those unspoken words, and those emotions suppressed in our hearts, have melted, flowed, and converged little by little in this silent companionship.

One evening, the two were resting on a hillside.

As the sun sets, the sky is ablaze with a brilliant, fiery red.

Meng Chuan sat on a rock, gazing at the distant horizon, and suddenly said, "You know what? When I said goodbye to you and left the prehistoric world, I was really afraid that I would never see you again."

Houtu stood beside him, the wind blowing her long hair and skirt, creating a soft silhouette in the sunset.

"I've had that worry too."

Her voice was soft, "But the promise you made when you left put my worries at ease."

Meng Chuan couldn't help but recall that when he left, not only did he say he would find a way to return to the Primordial World, but she also said she would find a way to Blue Star to find him.

However, she didn't know that he had absolutely no confidence at the time.

After all, in his eyes at the time, the distance between Earth and the primordial world was simply too far.

"Tell me about what happened after you went back..."

Houtu said softly.

"it is good."

Meng Chuan responded and then patiently told her about what happened after they separated in the primordial world and returned to the Hongmeng Universe...

She listened patiently.

Meng Chuan spoke slowly and in great detail, including quite a few trivial things...

But she listened with great interest.

Not for any other reason than that it was "his" experience...

Finally, I…

Before he knew it, Meng Chuan began to talk about his encounter with Feng Wu, which was also the "opportunity" for him to find the Hongmeng Universe and travel to the prehistoric world.

Then he told him about what had happened after he returned to the primordial world. Everything was better than he had expected, except that she was missing...

Finally, Meng Chuan finished speaking.

She was still not satisfied.

The hillside remained quiet for a long time.

As the sun gradually sank below the horizon, the fiery clouds on the horizon faded from vibrant to dim, and night began to slowly fall.

Meng Chuan stood up and turned to look at Hou Tu.

As dusk settled, her face was illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun, and his reflection was mirrored in her clear eyes.

"Houtu," he called her name.

"Um?"

"This time," Meng Chuan's voice was soft but firm, "I won't leave again."

Houtu looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then her lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint but genuine smile.

"I know."

She didn't say anything more.

But those two words are enough.

Night fell completely, and the sky was filled with stars.

The two stood side by side on the hillside, neither of them speaking.

But that unspoken understanding, that bond that has remained unchanged through the long years, grows quietly under the starlight, silent yet incredibly steadfast.

The two set off early the next morning.

Their goal was clear—to continue searching for Yan Qing.

Houtu's suggestion was straightforward: "Since you have used the law of cause and effect to calculate and confirm that she is still alive, then she must be somewhere. What we need to do now is to narrow down the search area."

"How do I shrink it?"

"Let's go to the place where she was last seen, which was the former headquarters of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws... Let's take a look there," Houtu said. "Going through the area might help us find some clues that you've overlooked before."

Meng Chuan nodded, finding the idea quite reasonable.

He carried Houtu and flew towards the former headquarters of the Hall of Ten Thousand Laws.

Along the way, the two occasionally exchanged a few words, but mostly they traveled in silence.

But that silence wasn't awkward.

On the contrary, there was an indescribable sense of ease.

It's as if they've known each other for a very, very long time, so long that they don't need words to fill all the gaps.

During the flight, Meng Chuan would occasionally turn his head to glance at the white-clad figure beside him.

Her profile glowed softly in the sunlight, her expression focused and calm, as if she were doing something utterly ordinary.

But Meng Chuan knew that she had traveled thousands of miles from the north to the south of the Divine Realm Continent not for travel, nor for a mission—

Just to see him once.

Then, accompany him to find his disciple.