Mu Yang Had Only Left Lumine's Side, Not Stopped Protecting Her

Did I fall asleep again?

Man! The classic sleep king.

Could you put some points into mental resistance already?

Feels like any spell can hard-control the Traveler.

Lumine, don't look back. It's Brother Empty.

"Land of the Night God?! How did I end up here?"

It had only taken a blink.

Lumine found herself in the Night God's realm.

Soft footsteps sounded behind her.

As the person approached, he apologized, "Sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Don't move. I don't want to hurt you."

Yet just as his hand was about to reach Lumine—

With a ding, came the sound of a famed blade shattering.

Sensing danger, he swiftly pulled back his hand.

Fortunately, his reaction had been quick enough.

Otherwise, Mu Yang's phantom would have already severed both his hands.

My dear great-grandson, don't be so reckless. Mu Yang's alive—how could he not have some protective measures in place?

He was still so steady.

Was this the sense of security from Prison Yang?

The distinctive weightiness of an old Liyue geezer.

Olorun rapidly retreated as the phantom pursued him.

But because he was not skilled in combat, Mu Yang's clone still caught him.

Withered Glory rested against his throat.

As though it was merely waiting for Lumine's command.

Then Olorun, who had infiltrated Lumine's consciousness, would lose his head.

Lumine turned around and saw the disheveled Olorun.

He raised both hands. "I'm terribly sorry that our first meeting had to take this form."

"However, I mean you no harm."

Olorun sighed.

Lumine was a top-tier adventurer exceptionally skilled in physical combat.

Whether it was her reflexes, agility, or fighting technique, she was far beyond ordinary people.

Someone like Olorun, who only excelled at playing tricks, was simply not in the same league.

If he had not seized the opening when her