Chapter 30
Zaglama, the Cleanest Descendant

Wang Fatty, in the front passenger seat, kept glancing at the rearview mirror, anticipating what was going to happen.

He was a total bystander, just enjoying the show.

Lin Chuan looked at Yang Yi and found that she was indeed a bit intoxicated.

This time, the refinement was very thorough.

How could she still smell it?

Was this girl naturally sensitive to herbs?

Lin Chuan hadn't figured out how to respond to Yang Yi when he noticed that she was leaning toward him.

Similarly, a hint of Yang Yi's unique fragrance wafted towards his nose.

“Hmm...”

“This time there's Deer Antler Grass, Jade Gate Essence, and Toad Blue.”

“The Deer Antler Grass scent is stronger. Lin Ge, you might try balancing it with Dragon Licorice.”

Yang Yi leaned close to Lin Chuan, sniffing the air.

At such close proximity, Lin Chuan could clearly feel the soft, jade-like touch of her shoulder against his.

The fragrance wafting from her nose constantly reminded him of the beauty beside him.

“We’ve only met twice, don't you think this kind of behavior is a bit too inappropriate?”

Lin Chuan's face remained unchanged, but his heart was burning with desire.

Before Yang Yi could respond, the next second, with a sharp screech of brakes, Yang Yi's entire body slammed into Lin Chuan's due to inertia.

“Sorry, sorry!”

Wang Fatty couldn't hold back his laughter after hearing Lin Chuan’s reply. He slammed on the brakes.

He thought to himself, Linzi, aren’t you immune to all this? Yang Yi is being so proactive, and what you just said, is that even human language?

Lin Chuan was about to help Yang Yi up, but she had already straightened herself up and returned to her seat.

“Lin Ge,”

“You seem a bit afraid of me using you as a herb?”

Yang Yi's face was slightly flushed.

“You can't eat me unless you want to.”

Lin Chuan met her gaze and said meaningfully, “I'm afraid I can't control myself and eat you as a herb.”

Perhaps sensing Lin Chuan's ardent gaze, Yang Yi quickly turned her head away.

She dared not say anything more about the previous statements.

She subtly leaned closer to Lin Chuan.

But this time, Lin Chuan didn't say anything.

The car drove for a long time on the island.

During this time, Lin Chuan finally learned the reason for Yang Yi's return to China.

She had snuck back.

A few days ago, Wang Fatty received a call from Hu Ba Yi asking about Yang Yi.

He ended up pretending that she wasn't with him, thus managing to fool him.

Otherwise, Hu Ba Yi and Shirley Yang would have arrived in Beiping the next day to bring her back.

After learning this, Lin Chuan couldn't help but ask, “I don’t understand, what made you sneak back?”

When it came to this question, Yang Yi didn't answer. Instead, she lowered her head.

Wang Fatty explained, “Linzi, this is a long story. I’ll give you a brief rundown.”

“Before she turned twelve, except for her love of herbs, she was like any ordinary child.”

“But after she turned twelve, she started having strange thoughts in her head. And after a while, these thoughts would disappear just as mysteriously. That’s when Hu Shu and Hu Shen started limiting her contact with the outside world.”

With Hu Ba Yi and Shirley Yang's personalities, they wouldn't have just ignored it.

Over the years, they must have been very troubled.

However, it seems like they haven't gotten any concrete results.

Lin Chuan looked thoughtfully at the girl beside him and reached out to stroke her head.

“You could say that you are the cleanest person in the Zaglamar tribe for thousands of years.”

“They don’t want anything to happen to you, right?”

Lin Chuan said.

“My father and mother have also said the same thing.”

“But some things,”

“Can't be avoided by hiding.”

After saying this, Yang Yi slowly raised her head. Her beautiful eyes looked at Lin Chuan, as if they could see through him completely.

“Lin Ge, you're different.”

“I seem to see the same fate in your eyes as mine.”

“Special constitution, special talent, these are not given to us for no reason.”

Yang Yi whispered.

Lin Chuan was becoming increasingly curious about what Yang Yi had experienced, so he asked, “So what's going on in your head right now?”

Yang Yi said frankly, “It’s simple, it’s to return to China. All the thoughts that popped up in my head before were also about returning. Only this time, it’s lasted the longest. It started last June.”

Lin Chuan pressed on, “So now that you’re back, what do you plan to do?”

At this point, Yang Yi's expression changed, and she chuckled mischievously, “You really want to know?”

Lin Chuan nodded.

As they talked, he had been thinking about this matter, and he already had some clues.

“When I got off the plane, I was still lost.”

“I only knew that in a few days I’d have the chance to go to Xisha with Fat Ge.”

“But now I know, as long as I follow Lin Ge, I’ll definitely find answers to the mysteries surrounding me.”

Yang Yi said with a bright smile.

“You just believe me like that?”

Lin Chuan asked.

“Of course, I’m always right about people.”

Yang Yi said with a proud expression.

“Linzi, have you encountered this situation before?”

Wang Fatty, who was still driving, chimed in.

“How could I not?”

“You've even met that person.”

As soon as Lin Chuan finished speaking, Yang Yi and Wang Fatty asked in unison, “Who is it?”

“Zhang Qi Ling.”

“Dumbass Zhang?!” Wang Fatty looked surprised, then said, “But you’re right. That guy is very mysterious, even more mysterious than you. Little girl, I’ll ask him later.”

“There’s no point in asking.” Lin Chuan shook his head, “Even he might not know about this.”

“Because this thought is implanted in your mind out of the blue, you’re not consciously aware of it being generated out of thin air. You can only verify and identify it through others.”

“Just like the Tibetan sky-singing poets.”

“They were originally illiterate, but suddenly one day, they could recite millions of words of poetry.”

“They couldn’t explain why it happened.”

“But there’s a term for this phenomenon, called ‘Divine Mandate.’”

After hearing Lin Chuan’s words, Yang Yi’s beautiful eyes lit up.

In her fifteen years, she had never felt so close to an answer as she did today.

“So, Lin Ge, you’re saying I’ve received a Divine Mandate?”