"You should leave now."
Qin Yu made her stance clear.
Yin You, "Since you refuse to talk, my guess must be right. The three sentences he just said should be..."
Under Qin Yu's frown, Yin You casually reiterated,
"When they bow their heads to see you, the lonely path through the Underworld's Yellow Springs, a boat ferries the faceless, through the millennia's time, with whom can you share your heart in detail?"
"It is these untellable burdens, this obsession that you cannot overcome."
"To have obsessions even in death, how sorrowful."
But few understood, as she had switched to a regional dialect of a small country in the apocalypse.
Even Jing Moxue didn't understand, but Qin Yu did.
Yin You knew Qin Yu understood.
Was this a guess? It was word for word replicated.
The Gods of Heaven were somewhat surprised—approaching the nature of a medium-grade deity, how could Yin You foresee such secrets of heaven?
Did this imply this woman had the potential of a God of Heaven?
