I'm not a drama god

Li Lai looked up and saw a mountain peak rising above the gray-white earth.

Two years later, seeing this familiar mountain again, Li Laid's gaze was somewhat complicated... He climbed up the steps one by one, the hem of his British-style overcoat fluttering silently, and the blue silk on his top hat looking elegant and profound in the sunlight.

Li Lai De climbed step by step to the very top of Ugly Peak.

A short figure was sitting in front of the bare stone house, playing with a few pebbles in his hand.

Sometimes he would bend down and flick pebbles, lightly tapping them against each other; other times he would point at the void in front of him and laugh out loud, as if there was a playmate of his own in a place that could not be seen.

Li Laid stopped in front of him and spoke respectfully:

Fifth Uncle Master.

The clown tilted his head, made a sound at Lilaide, and then continued to play wildly on his own.

After greeting everyone, Li Laid continued walking beyond Ugly Peak. He went straight to the edge of the towering cliff, took a deep breath, and bowed to the emptiness before him:

"Li Lai De, please open the door, fellow senior disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking,

An illusory curtain was drawn back from the cliff.

Li Laid took a step forward with practiced ease, his figure disappearing into the curtain without a trace.

When he reappeared, Li Laid found himself in a vast grassland... The snow-covered mountains stood in the distance, brightly colored houses were close at hand, and countless colorful flags fluttered in the wind, making a soft rustling sound that made him subconsciously relax.

Lee Laid gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the familiar fragrance of earth mixed with the smell of cooking smoke filled his nostrils... The time he spent here in the past flashed through his mind like movie clips.

I haven't been back for two years, but nothing here has changed.

"Nephew/Master."

In front of one of the houses, a man in white smiled and waved to him.

A smile appeared on Li Laid's face. The icy indifference that had covered his face melted away like snow. If the Fire Thieves had seen this, they would probably have been dumbfounded...

Li Lai stepped forward and bowed respectfully:

"Greetings, Senior Uncle."

"You finally came back... Why were you gone for so long this time?" Ning Ruyu patted his shoulder and looked him up and down carefully. "Not bad, you've gotten even stronger."

Lee Layder smiled, unsure how to respond.

"Where is your master? Didn't he come back with you?" Ning Ruyu asked.

“…No.” Li Laid paused. “He said he had some things to take care of and asked me to come back first.”

Ning Ruyu nodded. "Your master is just like you, very busy lately... Go back and rest for a while, and remember to have dinner at your third uncle's house tonight."

"Ok."

After saying goodbye to Ning Ruyu, Li Laide walked towards the other houses.

The original five houses on the grassland had somehow become six. Li Lai De's footsteps trod across the soft grass, and he caught a glimpse of a house to the side, and subconsciously stopped.

The house was uninhabited at the time, and a sign hung at the entrance. It looked quite old, with four large characters neatly written on it:

—The family of the sixth son.

This is where his master used to live.

Li Laid paused at the doorway, his gaze complex. No one knew what he was thinking. After a long while, he finally took a step and continued walking back.

Soon, the sixth house on the grassland came into his view.

It was a house with a similar layout to his master's. A small, dark blue flag fluttered in the wind on the roof, and a sign stood at the entrance with neat Chinese characters that read:

—Lee Laid.

Initially, Rider Li wrote "[Rider·Li]" on the sign, but Ning Ruyu later said that it was unnecessary to use foreign language when the sign was clearly for Xidao Ancient Collection, so the sign was changed to Chinese: Rider Li...

However, now the more Li Laide looks at this sign, the more pleasing it seems to him.

"The Ancient Treasures of the Opera..."

Lilade muttered to himself, "They're back again..."

He took off his top hat, pushed open the door, and with a slight creak, the door slowly closed.

……

"Mr. Chen, it's been a long time."

Inside the office of the Fusionist Mother Tree, a man wearing a gray shirt and simple black-rimmed glasses smiled and pushed a cup of hot tea in front of Chen Ling.

Chen Ling hummed in agreement, took the teacup, and through the rising steam, she could see many lively children playing in front of the Fusion Sect, their laughter and frolicking echoing in the distance.

“Yes…” Chen Ling smiled, “It should have been seven or eight years, right?”

"Eight years."

Teacher Ye seemed to recall something, her gaze filled with emotion, "Back then, your presence really startled everyone in the Fusion Sect... I almost thought the Fusion Sect was going to be wiped out."

"That's all in the past." Chen Ling waved her hand. "How's the Integration Faction doing now?"

"As you can see, the children are all very healthy... With your guidance, our research on integration is also progressing very well."

"That's good."

"Without Mr. Chen's reminder, the integration faction might have gone further and further down the wrong path... In the end, it would have caused a great disaster and become a scourge to humanity." Teacher Ye's tone was extremely serious. "We, the integration faction, owe Mr. Chen a great debt of gratitude."

"Let's not talk about that now." Chen Ling paused for a moment. "I came here today to ask about that matter..."

"clear."

Teacher Ye stood up, took a document from the bookshelf next to him, and opened it. "For so many years, the Fusion Faction has been searching for 'Jian Changsheng' in every corner of the Gray Realm, according to Mr. Chen's description... But unfortunately, to this day, we have no eyewitness reports about him."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Chen Ling's body trembled slightly, and the glimmer of light in her eyes dimmed instantly.

"There isn't one in the Gray Realm either?" he muttered to himself.

Nine years ago, Chen Ling had already mobilized Liu Qingyan's spies in various human prisons to search for Jian Changsheng's whereabouts like a vast net... However, ever since the Yan family in Aurora Prison was raided and the Yan father and son were killed, Jian Changsheng has completely disappeared without a trace. No prison has any news of him, as if he has vanished into thin air.

But Chen Ling knew very well that the deaths of the Yan family father and son were definitely related to Jian Changsheng… After all, based on Jian Changsheng's original life trajectory and abilities in this world, he absolutely did not have the ability to kill the Yan family father and son single-handedly, since they had sacrificial artifacts protecting them. The deaths of the Yan family father and son were not only related to Jian Changsheng of the sixth generation world, but also definitely related to Jian Changsheng of the fifth generation.

After that, Chen Ling mobilized the power of the Fusion Faction and began searching in the Gray Realm... After all, if Jian Changsheng was still alive and not active in human prisons, then he could only be in the Gray Realm... But now it seems that there has been no progress in the Gray Realm.

There are no prisons in the Grey Realm or among humans... so where else could he go?