I don't want to come up with a funny book title anymore.

They can't distinguish what's important and what can be ignored.

The reason why people with severe symptoms cannot communicate is that they have different concerns.

Therefore, Xie Fengnan wouldn't try to reason with Kun Zeyuan; one cannot persuade another person whose worldview is different from one's own.

Talking nonsense is not a good thing for overly sensitive people.

Just as Kunzekun went back to his room to tidy himself up, Chu Jiaoyang returned with Huodou.

"Wow, it smells so good! I've come at just the right time."

Then they found seats and waited for Xie Fengnan to bring the last braised pork tenderloin to the table.

"What did they say over there?" Jiang Moran asked him from the other side.

“Blazing Flame Li said she had encountered a similar situation in the Flame Clan tribe before and had studied it for a while.”

"But we'll have to wait a few days for the specific treatment medication; they don't have enough materials on hand."

"Do you need our help?" Xie Fengnan joined the conversation after finishing his work.

Chu Jiaoyang shook his head. "They didn't mention it. I guess they can handle it themselves."

Just then, Kun Zeyuan walked out of the house.

When everyone looked up, they saw that he looked completely refreshed.

His previously messy hair was now neatly combed, and his eyebrows and eyes were no longer obscured, revealing his original heroic spirit.

She was no longer wearing her previous sloppy clothes, but had changed into clean and neat new clothes.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Kun Zeyuan began to feel uneasy again.

"Kun Zeyuan, you look like a completely different person after you've changed. You're incredibly handsome."

Chu Jiaoyang praised, his face beaming with a sincere smile.

"Of course, they're still a bit inferior to us Three Musketeers."

After glancing at Xie Fengnan, Chu Jiaoyang added another sentence.

In his eyes, his eldest son was the most handsome in every way.

As for Old Mo, let him be second; he can be a little modest here.

Upon receiving the praise, Kun Zeyuan lowered his head slightly, but a smile appeared on his face.

"Sit down and eat," Xie Fengnan said with a smile.

Everyone sat down together and began to eat.

Chu Jiaoyang and Jiang Moran were completely informal with each other, but Kun Zeyuan seemed a bit reserved.

He only took the plate of smashed cucumber in front of him.

Xie Fengnan rolled up a roast duck pancake and stuffed it into his hand, "Try this, it tastes pretty good."

Kun Zeyuan looked at the crepe in his hand, a warm feeling welling up in his heart, and he took a small bite.

The crispy duck skin and tender duck meat, combined with the richness of the chili sauce and the refreshing taste of the cucumber, create a rich and harmonious flavor.

"Delicious," Kun Zeyuan commented.

"Then eat more," Chu Jiaoyang encouraged him, swallowing the food in his mouth.

Seeing Xie Fengnan and the other two busy grabbing food while still taking care of him, Kun Zeyuan was gradually infected by this atmosphere.

She also started trying to pick up other dishes herself.

When he successfully obtained a piece of braised pork tenderloin, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

He savored its flavor while enjoying a moment of relaxation he hadn't felt in a long time.

After the meal, the moonlight cast a silvery veil over the entire settlement.

As is his usual practice, Xie Fengnan would suggest going for a walk.

However, considering Kunzeyuan's situation, it was changed to tea and snacks after the meal, where everyone sat together and chatted.

“One time when the boss wasn’t home, Lao Mo and I were looking after the house.”

"Old Mo asked me, 'Why do people live?'"

Jiang Moran listened attentively to Chu Jiaoyang's part, and Xie Fengnan also perked up his ears.

"I said I didn't know, but I once saw a quote."

"Anything a person owns can be taken away."

"The only freedom of human beings, namely the freedom to choose one's attitude and way of life in any circumstance, cannot be taken away."

"So I will live on, no matter what happens."

Jiang Moran originally wanted to learn about their past through the information revealed by Chu Jiaoyang.

After all, Xie Fengnan and his two companions appeared out of nowhere, as if they had sprung from a crack in a rock.

On the Imperial Star, geniuses like them would never be unknown.

Unexpectedly, Chu Jiaoyang came here to give him a lesson in life philosophy.

"Boss, if you were here at the time, what would you have said?" Chu Jiaoyang looked at Xie Fengnan.

"Me?" Xie Fengnan thought for a moment, "Should I tell him that he needs to find the answer to this question himself?"

"As long as he finds an answer that he believes is correct and can answer himself, that's enough."

"What do you think of Jiang Mo Ran?"

"I live to pursue the light in my heart." Jiang Mozhan's eyes were firm.

Upon hearing this, Xie Fengnan couldn't help but wonder: Does Ultraman still exist now?

Kun Zeyuan listened quietly to what they were saying, seemingly moved by what they were saying.

Chu Jiaoyang wouldn't normally bring these things up, but judging from his constant staring at Kun Zeyuan...

Okay, fine, so you're forcing me to drink chicken soup for the soul, huh?

"Speaking of which, I also remembered the comments I saw from netizens not long ago."

"We spend our whole lives searching for two things: a sense of value and a sense of belonging."

"A sense of value comes from being affirmed, and a sense of belonging comes from being loved. May we all have these in the future."

Chu Jiaoyang raised his teacup: "Yay! Cheers!"

The crisp clinking of glasses echoed in the quiet night air as everyone drank their drinks in one gulp.

The warm tea slid down Kun Zeyuan's throat, bringing him more than just physical warmth.

"Do you...do you want to hear my story?" he said uncertainly.

"Of course, if you'd like to share."

Although Xie Fengnan genuinely wanted to help him, it would be best if he could also do some tasks along the way.

Kun Zeyuan gathered his thoughts before slowly speaking, "I am one of the four spirits in the Spirit Origin Realm."

His true form is the earth spirit—Nine Heavens Breath Soil.

Because of his ability to grow continuously, he was actually the one who contributed the most and was the most seriously injured among the three spirits that were sent out.

But because of this advantage, his injury actually healed the fastest.

Therefore, he did not lose most of his memories like Blazing Flame.

But because of the severity of his injuries, he inevitably lost something—he forgot the way home.

After recovering from his injuries and regaining consciousness, Kun Zeyuan could easily understand that everyone's condition was not good after that great battle, and the only thing keeping the secret realm going was Fuyaoyu.

They can't come to me on their own, so I have to figure it out myself.

He used his own nature to slowly create many people—forming the settlement we have today.

But these people do not possess a soul, nor do they have an independent personality.

They share vision and senses, and even thoughts.

These people went to different places in his place, searching for a way back to the Spirit Source Realm, but all to no avail.

As an aside: Xiao Chu's quote is from Victor Frank's book, *Man's Search for Meaning*.