<h4>Chapter 932: The High Priest</h4>


    Zhou Yao stood in front of the dock without moving for a long time. At this moment, his phone rang. It was a call from him.


    He took out his phone from his pocket and answered the call, “Hello...”


    “Hello, Major General Zhou.” Ye Ziyi’s gentle voice came from the other end.


    Zhou Yao’s face was as still as water. “Should I call you Ye Si, or should I call you... Scorpion?”


    “Whichever one Major General Zhou likes,” Ye Ziyi was in a good mood.


    Zhou Yao looked down at his shoe tip, then asked, “Where’s Zhiyuan?”


    “She’s with me.”


    “Where are you taking her?”


    “I’m taking her to a warm country. There’s no winter there, only spring. It’s surrounded by blooming flowers. The ce will make her slowly forget about you.”


    The veins on Zhou Yao’s forehead were throbbing. He frowned to suppress his anger. The voice he forced out of his chest was deep and hoarse, “Treat her well before I find you.”


    “Humph,” Ye Ziyi mocked. “Don’t worry. She will be very happy with me.”


    Zhou Yao pursed his thin lips into a disapproving arc.


    “Major General Zhou, I lost that fight ten years ago. And Zhiyuan said that I also lost today. What do you think? Do you think that I won or that I lost?”


    Zhou Yao’s thin lips twitched, “You won.”


    “Ha, haha. Major General Zhou is a sensible person. From now on, Scorpion ceases to exist. But so what? I have Zhiyuan. I can be reborn.”


    “Hmm,” Zhou Yao snorted. “Just you wait. One day, I will find you!”


    He hung up the phone fiercely.


    At this moment, Xiao Zhi came forward. “Major General, what should we do now? Scorpion left with sister-inw. We are looking for a needle in a haystack. We don’t have any valuable information at all.”


    Zhou Yao’s mind was a hot mess, but he forced himself to calm down. The current situation was not the worst. Ye Ziyi had feelings for Leng, so he would not hurt her.


    Since things hade down to this, he only had one request — for her to stay alive.


    As long as she was still alive, he would definitely find her. It didn’t matter if it took ten years, twenty years, or thirty years...


    Zhou Yao was silent for a few seconds. He took a few deep breaths, then he felt a warm liquiding out of his nose.


    He wiped his nose with his hand and saw blood.


    “Major General, your nose is bleeding!” Xiao Zhi said, in shock.


    “I’m fine,” Zhou Yao shook his head. He lowered his eyes and looked at the calm river water in front of him. The smell of blood permeated in the air. He was fine, nothing could stop him before he finds her.


    He sneered, “We do have some valuable information...”


    “Major General, you’re saying...?”


    Han Xuan!


    Ye Ziyi had once used her as his chess piece. Since Ye Ziyi did not want it anymore, Zhou Yao could recycle it and make use of it again. Though chances are slim.


    He would not lose hope.


    Zhiyuan, you must hold on and do whatever necessary to keep yourself alive. Nothing else matters, even if it’s at the cost of her being with Ye Ziyi. Wait, wait for Zhou Yao to save her.


    Even if it is like finding a needle in a haystack, he would search until thest straw.


    ...


    Leng Zhiyuan slowly opened her eyes. She was sleeping on arge, soft bed. A high-quality silk nket covered her body. It was warm.


    She sat up and looked around. This was an elegantly designed room with light yellowyered curtains. The floor was covered in a thick but soft nket, possessing surpassing beauty.


    Where was this ce?


    Where did Ye Ziyi take her?


    She lifted the nket and got off the bed. At this moment, the door was pushed open and a strangely dressed middle-aged woman walked in. “Miss Leng, you’re awake?”


    Leng Zhiyuan heard this person’s strange ent, “Where am I?”


    “Oh, this is Dongyi Ind.”


    “Dongyi Ind? Why haven’t I heard of it? Which country am I in?” Leng Zhiyuan asked.


    The middle-aged woman shook her head in confusion, “I don’t know which country this ce belongs to either... ”


    “You don’t know? Then what ethnicity are you?”


    “The residents of this inde from all over the world. They all came to this ind by ident after suffering a disaster. This ind didn’t have a name in the beginning. Mr. Ye named it Dongyi.


    Leng Zhiyuan’s heart sank. She knew that she couldn’t get anything out of this woman. Otherwise, Ye Ziyi wouldn’t have sent her here. However, the situation was worse than she had imagined. This ind was unknown to the public. It could be a deserted ind somewhere in the sea.. it wasn’t under the jurisdiction of any country at all.


    “Mr. Ye?” This woman looked very proud when she mentioned Mr. Ye. Leng Zhiyuan snorted, “Do you know who Mr. Ye actually is? He is Scorpion, an internationally wanted fugitive!”


    “Miss Leng,” the middle-aged woman interrupted her with a smile, “We don’t care who Mr. Ye is to the rest of the world. We only know that Mr. Ye is our savior. He created this ind and gave us a home. We regard him as a god.”


    The middle-aged woman put her hands together in front of her chest and made a gesture. Leng Zhiyuan knew that this was a gesture that pays the most devout respect for gods.


    Leng Zhiyuan got off the bed, opened the door, and walked out.


    “Miss Leng, you’ve slept for two days. It’s correct for you toe out for a walk. What do you want to eat? I can make it for you.” The middle-aged woman didn’t stop her and followed behind her.


    Leng Zhiyuan walked along the road. This ind was very beautiful. Other than the beautiful houses, fresh fruits and vegetables were growing in the fields. There were small flowers of various colors blooming in the flowerbeds. This ce was as beautiful as a fairnd on Earth.


    She knew that this ce had been artificially modified. It’s not something anybody could manage, to change a deserted ind into such a fairnd. She had to admit that Ye Ziyi was really a capricious genius. No wonder the people here regarded him as a god.


    Many people passed by on the way. When they saw her, they all nodded respectfully and greeted her “Miss Leng.”


    A scene before Leng Zhiyuan attracted her attention. A middle-aged couple pressed down their struggling daughter before an old man in a ck cloak. They begged, saying, “High Priest, my daughter wants to elope with a savage boy. She has already fallen madly in love with that person. Please help us. Help us erase that memory from her mind and let her be reborn.”


    “No, don’t take my memory!” The daughter struggled desperately with an exasperated expression.


    At this moment, Leng Zhiyuan saw that the old man stretched out his right hand, which was covered with calluses, and waved it in front of the daughter. He chanted some kind spell, and the daughter’s eyes shut and fainted.


    The couple was very grateful, “Thank you, High Priest! Thank you, High Priest!”


    Leng Zhiyuan watched from the side. She felt her hands and feet turn cold, “Who is this High Priest?”


    “The High Priest has divine medical skills. He can make one reborn using just his hands.”


    “He’s the one who rented Mr. Ye’s broken arm?”


    “Yes,” The middle-aged woman nodded. “Not only can the high priest rent a severed arm, but he can also regenerate it.”