Fall: Rebirth

Ye You had just returned to the God Realm and had not had time to catch her breath when she was urgently summoned to the Qiankun Palace by Qingtian. She had arrived at the Qiankun Palace for a long time, but Qingtian had been standing with his hands behind his back, not saying a word.

Ye You stared at Qingtian coldly. Although she didn't know why Qingtian asked her to come here, from Qingtian's expression, she could tell that what he was going to say was definitely not a trivial matter.

Feng Chu stood beside Qingtian and saw Ye You's cold eyes. He instantly felt the atmosphere became very awkward, as if the temperature around him had dropped to the extreme.

Finally, Ye You couldn't stand this silence any more, and asked coldly and impatiently, "I have been here for an incense stick of time, what's the matter?"

Qingtian slowly turned around, staring at Yeyou with sharp eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile, and said: "Has your relationship with the God of Mist eased?"

Ye You frowned and looked at Qingtian in confusion, secretly guessing the purpose of Qingtian's question. She responded expressionlessly: "Whether to ease the situation is my business, what does it have to do with you?"

The corners of Qingtian's mouth slightly raised, revealing a half-smile, and then said: "In that case, let's get straight to the point."

Ye You frowned slightly and asked in a cold tone: "Just say it if you have something to say!"

Qingtian took a deep breath and announced solemnly: "Although the God of Mist has made a serious mistake, considering that he knows his mistake and can correct it, and has made up for it, I have decided to restore his position as a god."

After hearing this, Ye You's expression changed slightly, but she soon regained her composure. She said calmly, "Hasn't this matter been decided long ago? Why do you want to bring it up again now?"

Qingtian explained with a serious expression: "That being said, the God of Mist has an unruly character. I am afraid that even after his reflection period on the Cliff of Reflection is over, he may not be willing to return to his position as a god."

"So you summoned me here in a hurry just for this matter?" Ye You looked at Qingtian with confusion, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Qingtian sighed softly and said earnestly: "Master knows that you and the God of Mist have always been on good terms. It's just that what happened before caused a rift between you. However, for the sake of the entire God Realm, you need to be cautious about this matter, and be sure to maintain a good relationship with the God of Mist, and do your best to persuade her to return to the throne of God as soon as possible."

He knew very well that Ye You and Jia Wu had a deep relationship, and the two had always had a very good understanding of each other. If it weren't for the previous conflicts, Jia Wu might still be Ye You's right-hand man.

The purpose of summoning Ye You this time was to resolve the problems between them.

At this time, Feng Chu, who had been waiting beside him, frowned slightly, and her lively eyes kept moving between Qingtian and Yeyou. She carefully observed Yeyou's expression and could see that Yeyou was not satisfied with Qingtian's handling of the matter.

Ye You frowned, looked at Qingtian with displeasure, and asked bluntly: "You yourself said that Jia Wu has an unruly character, but you want me to persuade him?"

Qingtian sighed helplessly and said with emotion: "Given the current temper of the Mist God, I am afraid no one can subdue it except you."

He knew very well that Ye You and Jia Wu had a special relationship, and hoped that Ye You could help persuade Jia Wu to return to the throne of God. After all, the return of the God of Mist would bring many benefits to the God Realm.

"That ancestor god really flatters me too much." Ye You's tone was full of sarcasm. She understood Qingtian's intention, but she also felt that Jiawu's stubborn temper was very difficult to deal with.

"Is it so difficult to lower your head?" Qingtian looked at Yeyou sharply, seeming a little angry. He hoped that Yeyou could understand his difficulties, put aside personal grudges, and solve this problem together.

Ye You refused without hesitation: "I won't persuade her." She could not accept Qingtian's request because she knew that Jia Wu's character determined that she would not easily admit her mistakes.

Qingtian's eyes became stern, and he shouted loudly: "This is an order!"

Hearing the word "command", Ye You gritted her teeth. She knew that it would be useless to say more, but with her personality, it was hard for her to persuade the God of Mist to return to his position. But she also knew that this was her responsibility. She had to face it and solve it.

“I will find a way to let the God of Mist return to his position, but don’t even think about asking me to persuade her.” A trace of determination and indifference flashed in Ye You’s eyes, as if he had an uncompromising insistence on this matter.

After saying this, Ye You turned around and left Qiankun Hall without looking back, leaving only a cold back to Qingtian.

Qingtian raised his eyebrows, seemingly not surprised by Yeyou's reaction. He quietly watched Yeyou's departing back and nodded slightly.

"Ancestor God, will the God of Mist come back?" Seeing Ye You had already walked away, Feng Chu frowned slightly, with worry and confusion in his eyes.

She naturally knew that the relationship between Ye You and Wu Shen was complicated and subtle, and was worried that the gap between them could not be easily resolved.

"So far, I haven't found anything that the God of Death cannot do. Since she said she would find a way to solve it, I believe it." Qingtian looked at the figure gradually disappearing outside the door. Although his tone was light, it was accompanied by a hint of pride, which was a kind of trust he had in Ye You.

"That's true. Feng Chu has never found that there is anything that the God of Death cannot do, but..." Feng Chu had a smile on his face at first, but when he was about to say something, he frowned slightly.

"Just what?" Qingtian turned around and looked at Feng Chu deeply, his eyes full of inquiry.

"It's just that the Grim Reaper looks a little tired this time, and even his words seem a little less confident." Feng Chu said with a frown, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Oh? Really?" Qingtian glanced at the door thoughtfully, a trace of imperceptible worry flashed across his face.

"Maybe it's because too many things have happened recently." Feng Chu said softly.

"Maybe." Qingtian sighed, he had the same worry in his heart.

"The God of Mist is arrogant. I hope the God of Death can find a solution to the problem as soon as possible." Feng Chu said softly, with a firm light flashing in her eyes, like the bright stars in the night sky.

Qingtian nodded, he knew Fengchu was right. The God of Mist was indeed arrogant, if this problem could not be solved in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Qingtian took a deep breath and shook his head helplessly: "Although the two of them were once good friends, they have been estranged for a long time. Now they are too embarrassed to talk to each other. Let's see if there is any opportunity!"

There was a hint of sigh in his voice, as if he was full of worries about the future between Yeyou and the God of Mist, like a dark cloud hanging over his heart. He naturally believed that Yeyou would handle this matter well, after all, Yeyou had always been a god worthy of his trust. And now, he could only wait for Yeyou to find a suitable way to deal with all this.

Feng Chu stood silently, frowning, thinking about what Qingtian said. She knew that Yeyou and Wushen were both stubborn, arrogant and conceited gods, and it was not easy to let them put aside their prejudices and take the initiative to seek peace.

However, as the ancestor god, Qingtian seemed to know the personalities of these two people very well. He believed that as long as the right opportunity appeared, the deadlock might be broken.

Qingtian slowly closed his eyes, as if in deep thought. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes again and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Perhaps we need some time to wait for this opportunity to come."

Feng Chu nodded slightly in agreement, but still felt heavy in his heart. The future of Yeyou and Wushen was full of uncertainty, and whether their relationship could be repaired was still unknown.

When Ye You returned to the Temple of Death, Qing Li was already lying quietly on the iron tree as usual.

At this time, Qingli was lying on his side, with one hand supporting his cheek, his eyes closed, as if he was immersed in a sweet dream.

The breeze blew gently, and her hair and white skirt danced in the wind like a blooming lotus.

Ye You stared at Qingli on the tree with sharp eyes and said mercilessly: "You lie there day and night, and you have worn this iron tree smooth." Her voice was cold and ruthless, as if she was dissatisfied with Qingli's behavior.

After hearing what Ye You said, Qingli slowly opened her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and responded: "Am I not waiting for you too?" Her tone was gentle, with a hint of teasing.

Ye You sneered: "Waiting for me?" Her eyes were full of disdain and doubt, and she obviously did not believe Qingli's words.

Qingli sighed softly, and then disappeared from the tree. The next moment, she was sitting quietly at the stone table, elegantly holding up a cup of fragrant tea, taking a sip, and then putting the cup back on the table. Her movements were light and smooth, as if everything was so natural and harmonious.

"You are so boring. You have a stern face every day. Can't you be a little happier?" Qingli raised his eyes, looked at Yeyou and said softly.

Ye You frowned and did not answer. Instead, she sat down opposite Qingli. Her eyes revealed a hint of complex emotions.

Qingli looked at Yeyou, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter with you going to see Master today?"

Ye You glanced at her and replied indifferently: "It's nothing, just some trivial matters." After saying that, her expression was still cold, as if she didn't care about the matter.

At this time, Ling Han and Chu Heng came back from somewhere. Seeing Qingli and Yeyou sitting at the stone table, they immediately ran over excitedly.

Chu Heng walked quickly over and shouted loudly, "God, you are back!" His face was full of enthusiasm.

Ling Han followed closely behind and said softly, "Master." There was a hint of awe in his eyes.

Ye You glanced at Ling Han and Chu Heng lightly, without saying anything, just nodded slightly, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea lightly. However, when she tasted the tea, her brows could not help but frowned slightly.

Ling Han and Chu Heng noticed Ye You's reaction, looked at each other, and didn't dare to speak easily, so they could only stand aside quietly. A trace of nervousness appeared on their faces.

Qingli stared at Yeyou and asked, "What exactly does that old man want from you?" There was a hint of determination in her eyes.

Ye You put down the teacup, turned to look at Qing Li, his expression still cold, and said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with you."

Qingli hit a snag, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I'll know it sooner or later anyway."

Ye You gave Qingli a displeased look, then stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Master, what happened?" Ling Han muttered softly as he watched Ye You's departing back.

"I don't know either!" Chu Heng glanced at Ling Han and then at Ye You's back, completely confused.

Qingli looked at Yeyou's back, a smile on her face. She turned to Ling Han and Chu Heng and said softly, "Don't worry, she is just like that."

Ling Han and Chu Heng looked at Qing Li at the same time, then nodded to show that they understood.

Qingli frowned slightly at this time, thinking that Yeyou must have encountered some troubles. After thinking about it, there was only one result in her mind, that is, the God of Fog.

After Ye You stepped into the bedroom, he waved his arm vigorously and the door closed immediately.

Her eyes were full of fatigue and irritability, as if she was troubled deep in her heart, as if she was covered by a dark cloud.

Ling Han looked at the tightly closed door from afar and said softly, "Master has closed all the doors."

Qing Li raised his eyes slightly, looked at Ling Han tenderly, and said softly: "You don't have to worry about her. She may have used soundproofing to isolate all sounds. Let her be quiet for a while."

Ling Han looked at Qingli with a bewildered expression, and nodded as if he understood.

Qingli smiled slightly, and then disappeared in front of Ling Han and Chu Heng in an instant like a gust of breeze.

Chu Heng looked at Ling Han helplessly and said with a smile: "My master is gone too."

Then, he patted Ling Han on the shoulder and added, "Then I have to go back first as well."

Ling Han glanced at Chu Heng gently and responded, "Go back!"

In Ye You's bedroom, she sat quietly beside the bed, slowly took off the mask on her face, and placed it on the table beside the bed.

Under the mask, her face looked slightly pale, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if telling of her inner anxiety.

Ye You sat cross-legged on the bed, placed her hands on her knees, and slowly closed her eyes. Her breathing became steady, as if she was trying to calm her mind.

However, when she closed her eyes, the cynical face of the ancient times could not be shaken off her mind.

Normally, she had never been as irritable and restless as she was now. If Yuangu were here at this moment, he would definitely find ways to make her happy.

Suddenly, Ye You opened her eyes abruptly, her brows slightly furrowed, and she thought to herself: "Why did I think of that noisy guy?"

Her fingers tapped lightly on her knees, her eyes revealing a hint of doubt and confusion. Her gaze fell on the mask beside the bed, the mysterious patterns on the mask flickered faintly under the candlelight, as if reminding her that the ancient existence had been deeply imprinted in her heart.