Honghuang: It makes sense that there are four Sanqing, right?

For ordinary humans, the source of these rituals is only Suirenshi, and they would not emphasize the fact that "Suirenshi invented them".

For them, the answer to the question "Where did you learn it?" would only be someone in the tribe, and would not be related to Suirenshi.

Only someone like Youchao himself, who learned these etiquettes from elsewhere, would likely add, "This was invented by Suiren."

Therefore, it is basically confirmed that Youchao clan and Ziyi clan also spent a long time with that person.

Youchao could not hide his excitement. He put down the spoon with his right hand and then raised it again.

It raised it high, hovered in the air for a moment, as if looking for something to slap, but couldn't find it, and finally slapped Youchao's thigh.

With a loud "snap," Ziyi was startled and cautiously said:

"Is...is there a problem?"

Youchao seemed to only then notice Ziyi's presence, leaning forward so much that he was almost touching Ziyi's face.

"I understand etiquette. I miss him so much. Is he here? Please take me to see him. Is he alright?"

Youchao spoke extremely fast, and Ziyi felt a strong wind blowing across his face, but he couldn't hear what he said at all, so he could only stand there dumbfounded.

Youchao realized his lapse in composure and repeated himself word for word.

"I know where you got your manners from."

I miss that person so much.

Is he still alive?

"Could you take me to see him?"

"Is he alright?"

Ziyi Shi finally understood what Youchao Shi had said. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked:

"Who...is the 'he' you're talking about?"

Youchao managed to regain his composure and took a sip of water from the earthenware bowl.

"I know he doesn't want you to mention him to others, and he told me the same thing."

But I'm different, believe me.

He taught me how to hunt and how to manage the tribe.

I also know he was a deity, and before he left, he used magic to make others forget him.

He didn't leave his name. He was with me when I was very young, and he left after I became an adult.

Only then did Ziyi believe him somewhat, and tentatively said:

"Has he told you anything else, about himself, like going home?"

"Yes! He often says he wants to go home, but he can't because of some things. He says he has three younger brothers at home, and he's worried about them."

Ziyi finally believed it completely. Someone actually knew him, and he was even the famous leader of Youchao. He was also a little excited and quickly continued what Youchao had said earlier.

"He said he would leave when I was eighteen, and now..."

Before Ziyi could finish speaking, Youchao pressed down again, and Ziyi could even see the slight throbbing of the fine blood vessels in Youchao's eyes.

How old are you now?

Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday.

Youchao suddenly stood up and used the arm muscles he had developed over many years of labor to pull Ziyi up as well.

"Take me to see him."

Ziyi jumped up and down, seemingly excited, and then turned to walk away.

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Youchao watched Ziyi's retreating figure, made a fist with his right hand, stayed in the nest for a while before coming out, carrying a black package in his hand.

It's deep winter, so it gets dark early and the clouds are thick, but today is a rare sunny day.

When Youchao followed him out, the moonlight was so bright that he could see Ziyi's deerskin clothes from afar.

After running for a while, Ziyi stopped on the back mountain of the Suiren tribe, while Youchao pressed one hand to his left chest, his heart pounding like never before.

"I never expected we'd meet again."

A white-bearded Taoist priest holding a whisk suddenly appeared on a rock; it was none other than Daode.

"Teacher, it really is you."

Youchao's voice trembled slightly. Daode did not leave his name, nor did he allow him to become a disciple. Youchao always referred to this mysterious Daoist as his teacher.

Ziyi Shi did not yet understand Youchao Shi's feelings at this moment. Daode would leave tomorrow, and he was reluctant to part with him, but he could only feel reluctance. He could not understand Youchao Shi's feelings at this moment. He had a thousand emotions and could not express them. He could only meet again.

Ziyi stood quietly to the side, giving Youchao and Daode space and time.

"Teacher, after you left, I governed the tribe very well, and the population has grown. Now, it is the second largest tribe after the Suiren tribe."

Teacher, three years after you left, Shi Lieshi was killed by a wild animal while hunting.

Teacher, Kazamatsuri agreed to marry me and gave birth to two sons and a daughter.

teacher……"

Youchao bowed deeply to Morality, his head bowed, his body trembling slightly.

Tell Morality in detail everything that happened to him during the twenty-odd years that Morality was away from him.

Morality didn't speak, but simply nodded or shook his head, sometimes humming in agreement, sometimes sighing, listening to each word carefully.

The moonlight slowly shifted, and before long it was midnight when Youchao's voice finally stopped.

"Youchao, you've had a tough time these past few years. You've done a great job. Thank you for your hard work."

Morality sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions—heartache, relief, and nostalgia.

Youchao smiled, wiped his eyes, and said to Daode, "It's not hard work."

The two looked at each other, scrutinizing each other's faces, when a voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

"Gurgle~"

Ziyi was somewhat embarrassed.

"Uh, I left halfway through my meal today, and I'm still hungry."

Youchao Shi seemed to wake from a dream, opened the black package he always carried, which was divided into two layers: some bone artifacts on top and some berries on the bottom.

"I noticed when I pulled you up that your arms were incredibly thin. Luckily you're still young, so if you eat more, you'll still have a chance to grow."

I should have given it to you earlier, but I forgot about it while talking to the teacher.

Ziyi responded with "oh, oh" twice, said thank you, and then sat down to eat.

Both Youchao and Daode were amused by Ziyi's performance, and the atmosphere on the mountaintop became much more relaxed.

Suirenshi was probably also a disciple of his teacher, but unfortunately he was not present. Logically speaking, he should have been the host.

Thinking of this, Youchao felt a little regretful, and suddenly remembered what the girl named Sangjiu from the Suiren tribe had told him during the day.

At the time, he thought the matter involved deities and immortals, and that he couldn't investigate it; it might remain a mystery forever.

But at this moment, a living deity was right in front of him, and he would surely help Suirenshi.

"Teacher, do you know about the ancestor of the Fire God...?"

Then, Youchao told Daode everything that had happened that day, including what Suiren and Sangjiu had said, as well as his own speculations.

Morality's expression stiffened, his smile gradually faded, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"The relationship between Suirenshi and me is indeed the same as the relationship between you two and me."

As for where he went, I can only say that he is safe now, but he cannot move around freely.

"Is there nothing the teacher can do?" Youchao paused for a moment, then asked.

"Will I be like that in the future?"