Dong Huiying didn’t know what was going through Shen Qiu Yang’s mind, but she thought to herself that this person was quite nice! In her heart, she recalled that the first time she accidentally saved Shen Qiu Yang it was because Da Bai was greedy, but that time, the main hero wasn’t herself but Da Bai. As for the second time, she was merely clearing up the mess Da Bai and Xiao Hua had made, but Shen Qiu Yang was someone who knew to return a favor, which showed she had a good heart and was worth befriending. Dong Huiying felt happy, although these days she had Da Bai’s company, and although Da Bai understood human nature, sometimes even making people wonder if it had become a spirit, nevertheless, Da Bai was just a tiger after all. Although it could keep her company and alleviate her boredom, and she often talked to herself while pulling at Da Bai’s ears, this silly tiger was too proud and arrogant. Sometimes, tired of her constant chatter, it would bury its tiger face in its paws, ignoring her completely, or otherwise just roll its eyes, as if to say—stupid humans! Being despised by the big old tiger from time to time, Dong Huiying really felt helpless. But Shen Qiu Yang was a living person, they could communicate with each other, and so, being afraid of loneliness, she welcomed her new friend warmly. Later on, Dong Huiying and Shen Qiu Yang went together to a small wooden hut on the mountain, and when she saw the blacksmithing tools piled up outside the hut, she was slightly surprised, "You’re a blacksmith?" Her eyes shone brightly. She had not seen it coming, considering Dayuan’s standards of beauty, a woman like Shen Qiu Yang would be considered frail. And as for blacksmithing? That was surely tough work, requiring a lot of arm strength, yet the seemingly frail Shen Qiu Yang was actually a blacksmith? Shen Qiu Yang smiled, "It’s just family learning." After Dong Huiying expressed her admiration, she didn’t ask any further questions. It was like an unspoken understanding between them, Shen Qiu Yang never inquired about Dong Huiying’s identity, name, or origins, nor did Dong Huiying ever ask about the fate of people like Grandma Cui. Both were the kind of people who respected each other’s boundaries, tacitly understanding one another, and had never thought of prying into each other’s privacy, which made their relationship even more relaxed. Shen Qiu Yang rummaged through the small hut for a set of bedding, and during the process caught a glimpse of a small iron box. After a moment of thought, she opened the box, "This book was an unexpected find not long ago, I hope it can be of help to you." She handed the old thread-bound book to Dong Huiying. Upon receiving it, Dong Huiying suddenly exclaimed with delight, "Gu Scripture!?" She held the book, her eyebrows raised and eyes smiling. "Thanks, this is just what I needed. I’ll treasure it, and once I’ve finished reading it, I’ll return it to you in the same condition as when you lent it to me!" Shen Qiu Yang chuckled, "If you like it, then it’s a gift for you. I don’t understand it anyway, so it’s useless for me to keep it." "Really? You’re too kind!" Dong Huiying was rarely this happy. Recently, her Gu Refinement had been like a blind man lighting a lamp—a broad direction with lots of groping in the dark, and to be honest, she really hadn’t escaped taking some wrong turns. But this "Gu Scripture" was like a timely rain; she had a feeling that if she could thoroughly understand the knowledge in this "Gu Scripture," she would definitely make significant gains. Overjoyed, she went back and stayed up late into the night with the lamp lit, studying. Her memory was good; she flipped through the book once, grasped the main content, and on the second read, she savored it even further. By the third, fourth, and fifth readings, she could recite it from memory. The next day, when Shen Qiu Yang came to visit Dong Huiying, she saw the young girl in the small cave with dark circles under her eyes from staying up late.