CHAPTER 438: CHAPTER 212: HEAVEN’S JUDGMENT, I WAS MISTAKEN! AMAZING MORTAL! _3

Yuchi knew that he would be leaving in three or four days and certainly had his own affairs to attend to. Insisting on staying was simply not an option. Therefore, under such circumstances, it was best for them on this side not to make any haughty moves, but to advance slowly, step by step. Although things might still be extremely difficult, they would at least not be utterly isolated.

And now, having come to such a place, the result was just disappointment. What was the point?

Is arrogance helpful?

Helpful?

Who cares?

...

The next day, the silent Song Qingshan and Song Yinghan appeared outside Canglan City, at the location known as the Burial Ground.

Upon truly witnessing the Burial Ground, Song Qingshan fell into a temporary state of confusion.

His daughter hadn’t exaggerated in the slightest; beneath the snow-covered mountains were so many corpses. What on earth had happened around Canglan City!

Meanwhile, Song Yinghan stood atop the mountain, full of perplexity, because she saw a thick layer of animal corpses inside a cave. She remembered that when she last left, these animals were fine, and she could see many wild deer, but this time, having only been away a day, things changed to this?

Who did this?

She squatted on the ground, extending her hand to feel the carcass of a wild deer before her. The deer bore no external injuries, as if it had suffocated itself to death.

"Did it choose to die?"

"Why?"

A couple of wild animals might not signify much, but the pit was filled with carcasses of countless wild animals, teeming in numbers. Even this time, there were none left around, as if they had all fled.

What were they afraid of? Or were they all dead?

Song Yinghan truly couldn’t understand.

She was about to speak to Yuchi next to her, only to realize it wasn’t Yuchi but her own father, who was clearly dumbfounded, likely unable to think of a solution anytime soon.

Alas, she sighed in her heart. There’s only so much she can do now.

Defy her father? Forget it.

Alas.

...

Back in Canglan City, it was already the next evening. Apart from going to take a look today, there were no new clues, as if it was just an outing.

Song Qingshan knew it was time to seek help from the Celestial Capital Department, but would he really turn to them? No way, Ji Wubin from the Celestial Capital Department had already said as much, sarcastically. Would he still go there?

That made no sense.

Others might have no shame, but he still had face to keep.

The box.

The silent Song Yinghan looked at the silver-haired elder before her. Confirming that he was still dwelling in pride, she began silently recalling Yuchi’s previous words.

"He said that matters like this certainly couldn’t be solved by a single power alone. It would likely require finding many capable individuals, that is, those familiar with arrays, or perhaps informing some significant figures to see if they had any solutions."

"That’s the proper way to think."

Throughout the world, there are many difficulties. Some can be settled by a single person and aren’t a big deal. But more often than not, relying on one person alone is simply out of the question. It’s like expecting one or two people to save the world in a sudden catastrophe? That’s just gambling...

So why not find more capable individuals from various fields, brainstorm together, and gradually resolve a difficult matter.

Bureaucratism is detrimental. Once this inexplicable arrogance and pressure appear, it’s a massive detriment to the world.

While lacking true ability, one might still pretend to be the all-knowing sage.

How much harm could this cause to the common people? Even when the problem could be solved, they stubbornly regard themselves as unique. As if the world couldn’t function without them.

Why bother?

"Arrogance"—perhaps this is an indelible scar of pride. Power doesn’t bring pressure and prudence; it turns into arrogance and greed, which is quite laughable.

On matters they are not proficient in, admitting "I can’t do it" is far more respected than saying "I can."

The above are the thoughts of Miss Song, thinking silently without daring to voice them to her father. If she spoke such words, her father would likely explode instantly.

Instead, just one sentence came out: "You think so little of my Celestial Eye status?"

This was probably the meaning.

"Can I go find Yuchi?" she couldn’t help but whisper.

Song Qingshan remained silent for a while, then placed Yi’Er on the table, calmly stating under Song Yinghan’s stupefaction, "In your life, he’s no longer there. Can’t you grow as a tree without him?!"

Song Qingshan’s meaning was simple. Yuchi might have some skills now, but why can’t his daughter? So, if Yuchi could do it, his daughter surely could too.