Direct Superior

Thinking of the people in the organization, Tao Yuan asked thoughtfully, "We just met Moonlit Night. Does he have an older or younger brother?"

Bai Yang propped his head up with one hand and sighed, "You finally noticed. It took you so long to ask; this isn't like you."

Wang Ding: "... We really didn't have time to think about it, nor did we even consider that possibility."

Bai Yang said, "A brain is a good thing."

Wang Ding, Tao Yuan:...

"Moonlit Night has a younger brother named Night Moon."

Tao Yuan asked, "Do they share one body, one using a knife and the other using water?"

"Right."

Tao Yuan and Wang Ding suddenly realized what was going on.

So that's how it is. That makes sense. That explains why Moonlit Night sometimes uses a knife and sometimes water, and why her mood fluctuates.

Tao Yuan initially thought he had a mental illness.

Wang Ding subconsciously inquired, "Why are they sharing one body? Is Night Moon really Night Moon, or just a figment of Moonlit Night's imagination?"

Bai Yang moved his sore legs. "Let me tell you a short story."

"... Finally, Moonlit Night escaped from that ancient mountain, leaving Night Moon's body behind, which transformed into a strange silver bell and followed Moonlit Night away."

"After burying his younger brother under the Moonlit Night, he didn't know where to go, and it was then that he met his Master."

"His Master settled him in a remote mountain village until recently when he was brought back to the organization."

Bai Yang slightly altered the backgrounds of Moonlit Night and Night Moon, replacing them with a remote mountain village, and briefly recounted his story. "So, what exactly is their relationship like? They have their own understanding, and outsiders have their own understanding."

Before the three could reach a conclusion about the matter, a delicate and crisp tinkling sound suddenly came from the other side of the wind and snow—like the sound of metal and gemstones colliding.

They immediately held their breath, quickly donned their Weird Object, and discreetly observed the situation, leaving only their eyes peeking out.

Amidst the falling snow, another figure slowly walked towards them.

He was barefoot, with exquisite and ornate silver chains wrapped around his calves, and teardrop-shaped gems hanging from the outside of his calves.

The wind brushed past the silver chain, causing the white skirt to flutter in the breeze, gently sweeping across the ground covered with a thin layer of snow.

Her long, ink-black curly hair, reaching to her toes, was covered with glistening snowflakes, like natural pearl ornaments, which were gently brushed away and scattered by the cold wind as she walked.

Tao Yuan's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the man's, slowly shifting from his feet to his face.

It was an androgynous beauty; her clear amber eyes always held a faint smile. The moment they met eyes, Tao Yuan's mind suddenly cleared.

A voice murmured in her heart: There's nothing to be sad about, nothing is unforgivable.

Even the two brothers, who had just been fighting, unconsciously let go of each other's hands, and their anger gradually subsided.

You are injured.

As Serlandin's gentle voice faded, a warm breeze swept past him, blowing away the pain and wounds of the two wounded men.

The two men, left looking shocked, stared at their injuries that had healed in an instant; not only were their wounds healed, but their bodies also felt warm and comfortable.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

As they thanked him, their gazes unconsciously fell on Serlandin's chest, where a crimson pendant engraved with Fox Pattern peeked out from his collar—the most striking color on his person.

In an instant, they recognized where this person came from.

Noticing their gazes, Serlandin raised her hand and gripped the red pendant on her chest, carefully placing the exposed pendant back inside her dress.

Feeling offended, the two cursed their actions in their hearts, then left with immense gratitude.

After treating the injured, Serlandin's gaze swept over a corner, a slight smile playing on his lips, and he turned to leave without making a sound.

"Lord Serlandin!"

Bai Yang led the two men out from the corner and quickly called out to him.

Both of them were startled to hear Bai Yang address this man as "Sir".

Serlandin smiled and turned to look at him, "I thought you didn't want to bring your friends to see me, Xiaobai Baiyang. Why were you hiding here?"

"My friends want to see you, they... are a little shy." Bai Yang grabbed one person with each hand and pushed Wang Ding and Tao Yuan towards him.

The two stumbled to their feet, their gazes landing on the Saintess's flat chest. They were speechless for a moment, their eyes stiffly moving upwards along her chest, where they saw her Adam's apple bobbing.

Noticing their gazes, Serlandin gave a friendly smile.

Wait, isn't this person called the Saintess?

They must be remembering correctly.

What name did Bai Yang call him just now?

Oh no, should they be called Saintess or saints?

Their minds were a little confused, but a strange sense of calm settled in their hearts.

Serlandin wasn't in a hurry; he just smiled and watched them, waiting for them to speak.

"What are you doing? This isn't the time to play statues," Bai Yang urged.

Tao Yuan maintained a forced smile and muttered under her breath, "What can I say? Why are you hiding behind us? It makes you seem really strange!"

Even Bai Yang, who could do whatever he wanted in the organization, was avoiding him like this; it was hard not to make them suspicious.

What if they offended him somewhere and he doesn't save Qin Rang?

"I hid in the back because he's my direct superior!" Bai Yang gritted his teeth. "He's the leader of the Peaceful Faction!"

Tao Yuan and Wang Ding were both taken aback by his words. The leader of the Peaceful Faction —wasn't that the same status as the Fate Seer?

He's actually the leader of the Peaceful Faction? He seems completely different from the Fate Seer.

The Fate Seer was the leader of the Neutral Faction. Their aura was completely unfathomable, and they were so mysterious that they had no recollection of their appearance, giving them a feeling that they were out of place in the human world.

It was as if they were from different worlds; he must be some mysterious, unpredictable deity from heaven.

But the person in front of me was completely different from the Fate Seer. Although he also possessed a kind of beauty that seemed to exist outside this world, his presence here did not make me feel alienated or afraid, but rather close and gentle.

Is this the allure of the Peaceful Faction?

Serlandin was still waiting for them to speak first. Urged by Bai Yang, Wang Ding composed himself and cautiously began to speak.

"Lord Saint... Serlandin, we have a Request. Our companion has been possessed by a strange entity and is currently in extreme danger. We would like to ask you to help him. We are willing to pay any price..."

"Sure."

Before Wang Ding could finish speaking, Serlandin interrupted him, seemingly even more concerned about Qin Rang's injuries than the others, and asked with concern, "It sounds dangerous. Where is he? I'd be happy to help him."

Wang Ding hadn't expected it to go so smoothly. He glanced at Bai Yang Bai Yang, who, anticipating this, whispered, "What are we waiting for? Take us there."