It Has Nothing to Do with Our Mission

Time moved further back.

Zhong Yi arrived at the day of Gu Yun and Lin Xi’s wedding.

As they had said, the wedding feast was held beneath the lighthouse, which was uncommon among ordinary folks.

Countless relatives and friends were helping to set up the wedding scene.

As he walked through the crowd, Zhong Yi could occasionally hear many people expressing confusion about why the wedding was held here.

Every time this happened, Gu Yun’s white-haired old mother would explain over and over again that this place held great significance for Gu Yun and Lin Xi, that it was their second home.

“Lin Xi is lucky to have such a good husband and mother-in-law…”

Zhong Yi couldn’t help but sigh.

He was mostly familiar with folk customs.

Getting married in a place like this was bound to attract quite a bit of criticism.

Given Lin Xi’s almost fanatical attachment to the lighthouse, Zhong Yi found it easy to guess whose idea it was to hold the wedding here.

The live-stream chat couldn’t help but comment.

【I feel she doesn’t deserve it! Old Master Gu was so good to her, but she never spoke a single heartfelt word!】

【To be honest, I couldn’t stand being with a woman like her for even the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.】

【She has no idea how to appreciate Old Master Gu’s kindness!】

【Too selfish!】

…

“Everyone, I have just as many questions as you do… Let’s keep moving forward.”

Zhong Yi shook his head.

For a long time, he had firmly believed in Lu Ze’s ability to craft illusions.

But this time…

Rarely, he felt a flicker of doubt in his heart.

Maybe, as the chat said, Lu Ze’s story this time had gone off the rails?

“I don’t see the two of them…”

Qin Li’en looked around but didn’t spot Gu Yun or Lin Xi in the crowd.

The important memory fragments were with them, but the two weren’t panicked. They headed straight up the hill.

Sure enough, Gu Yun and Lin Xi were leaning against the lighthouse’s stone wall, gazing up at the starry sky together.

It was the night before their wedding.

That night, they named the lighthouse “Anya.”

That night, the two danced and sang all night at the top of the tower.

That night, the evening breeze was sweet.

…

Soon, it was the next day.

“First bow to Heaven and Earth!”

“Second bow to the parents!”

…

Amid the blessings of the crowd, Gu Yun and Lin Xi clumsily completed the ceremony and tied the knot before the lighthouse.

The wedding feast was held at the foot of the hill.

Cups clinked back and forth.

The old mother wiped her tears as she hugged Lin Xi and Gu Yun. After drinking a toast of blessing, she was about to leave.

“Alright, don’t forget to go toast your Uncle Wen later… He saved your life when you were little.”

Before leaving, she smiled and waved at Gu Yun, saying:

“Treat your girl well, Xiao Feng.”

At the table sat Gu Yun’s old friends. Zhang Peng immediately looked surprised and asked Gu Yun:

“Why do they call you Xiao Feng?”

“Uh, my grandfather’s name was Feng. He passed away before I was born… Mom misses him a lot, so she uses Xiao Feng as my nickname.”

Gu Yun explained slowly.

The memory space froze again.

“Poor Old Master Gu… Everyone around him leaves one after another…”

Zhong Yi sighed.

Urged on by Qin Li’en, the two began to gather dream power and memory fragments.

People came and went at the wedding feast, but most were only silhouettes without clear features.

Qin Li’en had explained this before: because the entire dream world was built on Gu Yun’s memories.

Those whom the old man had only met once were blurry in his memory and thus appeared as vague silhouettes.

“Huh? This person isn’t a silhouette… but I haven’t seen him before, either.”

At another table, Zhong Yi noticed a middle-aged stranger.

【Wen Qingyun: A friend of Gu Yun’s mother; seems to have saved Gu Yun’s life once.】

“I found a memory fragment… Zhong Junior, what’s wrong?”

Qin Li’en’s faint voice came to his ears.

Zhong Yi stared at the mark beneath Wen Qingyun’s cheek and frowned.

It gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.

“Nothing, I’m coming over.”

Zhong Yi shook his head, not pursuing it further, and followed Qin Li’en’s voice down the hill.

This memory fragment was a poor rabbit trampled to death by an earth dragon.

“This memory fragment… Is it a dead rabbit?”

Zhong Yi looked in surprise at the poor rabbit, completely flattened, and remarked maliciously:

“Do you think, later, Lin Xi might attribute an unhappy marriage to this unlucky rabbit she stepped on the day of her wedding? So… she folds paper rabbits every day?”

“I don’t know, but it has nothing to do with our task.”

Qin Li’en shook her head.

“Right… The rabbit, or Lin Xi—what does it have to do with going to the Moon Realm?”

Zhong Yi agreed.

The two injected five units of dream power into the memory fragment.

The next memory began on a vast grassland.