Master of Strange Dao

Even in the face of great disasters, where the common folk perished the most, under normal circumstances, Cultivators indeed had a mortality rate far surpassing that of commoners by many folds.

Song's children, if they did not reveal their identities and were not targeted, had a much higher chance of surviving well than Song, a master himself.

This was why Song was unwilling to come and disturb.

Yu Ziqing did not rush to travel far, but waited for the little girl to wake up.

When the little girl woke up, she did not scream or shout; startled by Yu Ziqing's fierce and bizarre face, she only covered her mouth, curled up, and shivered.

Yu Ziqing took out a piece of sesame cake, broke it in half, and handed it to the little girl.

He started munching on the other half by himself, while the little girl's stomach grumbled, watching Yu Ziqing eat deliciously, she could not help swallowing her saliva, and without a word, she started nibbling on the half sesame cake.

Drinking water, Yu Ziqing also took a sip first, then passed the water bottle to the little girl to ease her wariness a bit.

Seeing that the little girl hesitantly ate half, Yu Ziqing asked her,

"Relax a bit, the Human Traffickers are dead, and other people have been rescued. You don't have to worry about having stomach aches from eating well after being hungry for a long time and then running."

The little girl looked at Yu Ziqing blankly, a spark of curiosity flashing in her eyes, seemingly curious about how Yu Ziqing knew all this.

Yu Ziqing smiled, but did not explain.

"You don't have to worry; I am not a bad person.

I am an old friend of your mother.

This time, knowing you were in danger, I came specifically to rescue you.

Now that I have come to rescue you, you can no longer stay here, but must come with me; otherwise, you will face even greater dangers in the future."

"Uncle, are you my mom's friend?" the little girl asked, not caring about the danger.

"That's right, otherwise I wouldn't have come. Where is your mom?"

"My mom is dead."

Yu Ziqing was taken aback.

He did not know whether to ask the following question, but the little girl had already answered it beforehand.

"My mom died in an accident and asked someone to send me to Old Master Wang's house to be the bride to the young master."

"Are you living well here?"

"Pretty well, I can eat and dress warmly; it's just that the young master is still young and a bit rowdy, but the sister treats me very well, often bringing me delicious things, sadly my mom can't enjoy them anymore."

Yu Ziqing nodded; he could actually tell.

At least the little girl looked plump and fair; her hands were somewhat rough, likely from manual work.

But her body was sturdy, lacking the frail, wind-swept feel of sickness.

Apparently, this family had not skimped on her food, clothing, or necessities.

"Now you can only come with me, are you willing?

Besides, after leaving with me, it might not be as comfortable as here.

The friends you have here, the people you are familiar with, you may never see them again in this life."

The little girl looked reluctant, her eyes brimming with tears, and she shook her head.

"I am not willing, the sister treats me very well, and although Old Master Wang has a bad temper, he has never beaten or scolded me.

Although the young master is rowdy, he is still young but knows to protect me.

I don't want to leave.

However, before my mom died, she told me that one day, if someone was to take me away, I should go with them."

"So, this time, did you go with those Human Traffickers?"

"They said they were friends of my father."

"Your dad died a long time ago, remember, anyone who claims to be your father's friend is a bad person."

The little girl wiped her tears and nodded.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Shi Sisi."

"Aren't you afraid that I might be a bad person too?"

"I am not afraid, even if you are a bad person, I will still go with you."

Yu Ziqing extended his hand, gently rubbing the little girl's head.

Song, this old rascal, what good deeds did he do to have such a sweet, heart-wrenching daughter?

Yu Ziqing closed his eyes, entered the Seventh Floor ring, and contacted Song.

"I have rescued your daughter, it was just an accident, she was abducted by Human Traffickers.

Before her mother died, she told her that if one day someone came to take her away, she should go with them.

Now, I have taken her away."

Song sighed in relief, seeming almost unable to straighten his back, his tone somber.

"An hour ago, I received a letter.

It told me, to prevent any harm to my child, to follow the instructions in the letter.

I interrogated the messenger; he knows nothing, only that someone paid him to deliver the letter."

Yu Ziqing's brow furrowed slightly, is this really related to Dong Chang?

Did the old dead man not speak the truth?

Or, did that man see through that he was not the incarnation of the chief director?

"What were you asked to do?"

"I was told to deliver some documents to the Dali border, where someone will receive them; I was given three days."

"What documents?"

"Information on all Jinyi Wei spies within Dali and Dazhen territories, as well as ten Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."

"Have they gone mad? Can you produce them?"

"I can't, but he definitely knows that I can get them elsewhere, from the Jinyi Wei Treasury or the Royal Treasury."

The information on Jinyi Wei spies was still not very clear.

But adding ten Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, the identity of the person was almost obvious.

"Does he know Dong Chang has been disbanded?"

"With Dong Chang dismantled, if he had the Dong Chang Big Seal in his hands, he would immediately sense that the Big Seal had become an ordinary Magical Treasure, no longer able to channel the power of the Divine Dynasty."