Divine Beast Creator
Chapter 668 - 669 Unforgettable_1

Chapter 668: Chapter 669 Unforgettable_1

"Drinking alone is no fun. Let me keep you company,"

Feng Yuan looked at Cheng Yong with a bit of surprise and after a while, he laughed and said,

"There’s no need. I don’t need any consolation."

"Eh?!"

"You just saw it, didn’t you?"

Cheng Yong was taken aback and then said with concern,

"I didn’t expect to be seen through so easily..."

"You’re thinking about something, aren’t you?"

"A friend, or...?"

Meeting Feng Yuan’s gaze, Cheng Yong bravely said,

"Don’t deny it; Cheng Cheng used to be like that for a while, not talking to anyone and hiding in a corner, drinking alone while muttering to himself."

"I remember that was right after Cheng Wen had just left; he couldn’t accept it, the companion he’d played with since they were little just like that..."

"Actually, I was also in a bad place at the time. It was the old man who came to enlighten us... and you..."

"Let’s take a walk over there? Or do you want to rest by the ship for a while?"

Seeing that Feng Yuan didn’t have any particular reaction, Cheng Yong spoke up, understanding that Feng Yuan must have been moved by the surroundings, at least because of this tavern, he was reminded of something unpleasant.

Feng Yuan didn’t argue. He followed behind Cheng Yong, swaying as he walked. Although Feng Yuan had only taken one sip, a lot of the spirits had been blown onto his Ritual Robe when he poured the wine into the gourd, which is why Feng Yuan, reeking of alcohol and with his swaying gait, would’ve been mistaken by anyone for a drunkard.

Seeing Cheng Yong leading him to the docks, well-meaning people couldn’t help but get worried and approached to advise caution; after all, going out to sea while drunk was far too dangerous.

Cheng Yong had to explain several times en route before they reached where his ship was docked. Finding Feng Yuan leaning against a pillar with an illuminating crystal, appearing to be resting with his eyes closed, Cheng Yong said,

"Then wait here a moment; I’ll go over there and call them."

"Wait until everyone has gathered before calling me over. I’m not in a hurry,"

Feng Yuan said softly with his eyes closed. He was a bit worried that Cheng Yong might change the rendezvous point to here. The clothes on Mo Li and the others didn’t have the same warmth as his Ritual Robe, and Feng Yuan was afraid they would catch a cold if they had to wait.

Don’t think that just because they can withstand the power infusion of a Spirit Beast, they won’t catch a cold. Enduring and harboring the power of a Spirit Beast had little to do with strengthening the physique, especially since in this world, even Spirit Beasts often caught colds. Maybe this world didn’t want Spirit Beasts to be immune to all diseases?

Thinking of this, Feng Yuan smiled and gently stroked Xiao Ji’s head, then lifted up Xiao Ji and wrapped him in his outer robe, whispering,

"Are you guys cold?"

The Illusory Sound Parrot flapped its wings and spoke strange words, but Feng Yuan guessed that it was probably indicating it wasn’t cold. Xiao Ji, hidden inside Feng Yuan’s robe, craned his neck curiously, looking at Feng Yuan.

Monalia was sitting on a flower, humming a tune, seemingly unfazed by the cold sea breeze. The Little Green Snake didn’t even need to be mentioned; as far as Feng Yuan knew, reptilian Spirit Beasts weren’t susceptible to colds.

After some thought, Feng Yuan also took Pomiti into his arms; Pomiti squeezed towards Xiao Ji, seemingly feeling a bit cold.

The phantom of Agunas looked at Feng Yuan and said softly,

"Are you really okay?"

"What could be wrong..."

Agunas’ phantom opened its mouth but said nothing more, while Xiao Ji kept adorably soliciting attention from Feng Yuan. Guessing Xiao Ji’s intent, Feng Yuan lightly stroked its head with amusement.

It wasn’t until much later that Cheng Yong returned with Mo Li and the others. Seeing Feng Yuan, Liu Wenli turned her head away in annoyance. On the ship, detecting that something was amiss, Wei Dingwu curiously whispered to Hua Yiyou, asking what had happened.

Noticing that Feng Yuan was staring blankly towards the distant lighthouse, a thin layer of fog had mysteriously begun to form over the sea, and the docks in the distance were hazy and hard to discern.

Liu Wenli could easily tell that Feng Yuan had been watching the direction of the tavern, and his nostalgic expression reminded her of something. After glancing at Monalia, Liu Wenli remained silent.

"Travel overnight?"

Just returned to Pearl Town, Feng Yuan was startled by Cheng Yong’s words. The other man nodded and said,

"You have to make time anyway, right? Once the head count and cargo are sorted, we’ll get ready to set sail."

"Then we’ll have to trouble the Sea God..."

"Understood."

Feng Yuan glanced at Delong Tower and responded, waving his hand and saying,

"Once you’ve confirmed we’re leaving, come find me. I’ll have Delong Tower help establish a high-speed sea lane."

Cheng Yong scratched his head with a beleaguered expression, having just concluded a trade not long ago; Pearl Town was still relatively chaotic, because many people from other towns had also come to deliver or collect goods, the result of deciding on the fly to move to wherever there was available space.

Especially since they had decided to depart overnight, it was imperative to quickly sort out the disordered merchandise. Fortunately, whether it was the Maritime People or the Aquatic People, they all understood the gravity of the situation and hadn’t resorted to secretly pocketing any goods.

After picking up the people, Cheng Yong also had to hurry over to help; it wouldn’t look good if he were the only one idling while everyone else was busy.

Back at the temporary camp, the kittens swiftly pounced on Hua Yiyou as they were too numerous and mischievous to bring to land, leaving Hua Yiyou to comfort the kittens while preparing their food.

Xiao Ji hopped off Feng Yuan’s body and looked at him worriedly for a moment, but seeing that he seemed the same as usual, she breathed a sigh of relief.

The Little Green Snake controlled Pomiti’s direction with its tail; after spending some time together, Pomiti had grown accustomed to this arrangement and simply needed to move forward. As for turning? Well, Pomiti was content to leave that to the Little Green Snake, thoroughly enjoying this muddled life.

The Illusory Sound Parrot proudly flew in front of the guards to show off its top hat. Just now on the ship, Mo Li and the others were harassed endlessly by it. However, perhaps because Feng Yuan was in a bad mood, he didn’t pay much attention to the parrot, and Mo Li and the others’ attempts at reasoning with the parrot were simply ignored.

Seeing the Illusory Sound Parrot harassing the guards, Guo Huai said with a hint of amusement,

"That one is really..."

"After all, it was his gift,"

Mo Li said with a smile, taking out a brush. She was preparing to help Zi Mo with grooming when Guo Huai glanced guiltily at Pu Pu knowing that, because Pu Pu was just a mist, he couldn’t really find a suitable gift for it.

Yet Pu Pu seemed not to mind, and even comforted Guo Huai in return.

"What exactly is wrong with him..."

In the grassland outside the camp, Mo Ling sat puzzled and asked Yao Yin, who thought for a moment before answering,

"I don’t know."

"His demeanor on the ship..."

"It’s probably nothing serious, perhaps he just recalled something unpleasant?"

Yao Yin speculated. Occasionally, she had seen elders from within their community with similar expressions and demeanors. However, these elders were all of great age, while Feng Yuan seemed young both in appearance and the age she sensed in him?

The contradiction confused Yao Yin, but after a brief consideration, she let go of the thought. Speculating about someone’s past was too troublesome, and besides, she considered herself and Feng Yuan friends, and no friend would pry into another’s past without good reason.

"You’re resting so early?"

Seeing Feng Yuan rising, his face expressionless as if he was about to return to his room, Guo Huai asked worriedly. Wei Fangwu glanced at Feng Yuan, who was holding a wine gourd, and offered,

"How about a little drink?"

Smiling and shaking his head, Feng Yuan declined,

"No need, I’m just a bit tired."

"Talking to someone might make you feel better. How about his sister, what do you think?"

Wei Fangwu said teasingly, to which Mo Li, looking resigned, glanced at Wei Fangwu and countered,

"Please, don’t drag Xiao Ling into things needlessly, okay?"

"But isn’t she..."

Feng Yuan shook his head without saying anything, and Mo Li sighed,

"It’s just wishful thinking."

"How old is he, really..."

Wei Fangwu murmured as he watched Feng Yuan walk away. Mo Li thought for a moment before replying,

"About the same age as me. Of course, that’s if his age at Wolf Mountain Hall wasn’t his true age; otherwise, who knows."

Glancing at Mo Li, Wei Fangwu said with his head held high,

"The same age as you? Impossible."

"Why not?"

"Do you reminisce about those who’ve passed away?"

Without further explanation, Wei Fangwu looked at Mo Li calmly, then sighed as he looked out the window,

"Really, he’s got me feeling down too."

The White Ape stood silently beside Wei Fangwu, knowing he didn’t need comfort.