Chapter 932 - The High Priest (2/2)

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

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

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

Where was this place?

Where did Ye Ziyi take her?

She lifted the blanket 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 accent, “Where am I?”

“Oh, this is Dongyi Island.”

“Dongyi Island? 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 place belongs to either… ”

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

“The residents of this island come from all over the world. They all came to this island by accident after suffering a disaster. This island 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 island was unknown to the public. It could be a deserted island 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 island 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 to come 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 island 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 place was as beautiful as a fairyland on Earth.

She knew that this place had been artificially modified. It’s not something anybody could manage, to change a deserted island into such a fairyland. 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 black 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 replanted Mr. Ye’s broken arm?”

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