Night deepened, and the small courtyard of the Great Zhou Mansion was shrouded in silence.
Su Youwei and Yao Yao had long since returned to their rooms to rest. Yao Yao's room was as cool and simple as ever. Facing a lone lamp, she quietly flipped through an ancient book, while Tun Tun lay curled up asleep in her arms.
Su Youwei's room, on the other hand, was much cozier. The young girl did not go to sleep immediately, instead sitting cross-legged on the bed with her mind immersed in her qi mansion. She fondly "watched" the phantom of the Yang Ming Sword hovering within, her little face brimming with a satisfied, sweet smile.
On the other side of the courtyard, candlelight flickered in a slightly larger quiet room.
Mo Lin and Zi Yan did not live separately. For one thing, their relationship was intimate beyond compare, and they had long grown accustomed to each other's presence. For another, they were in a foreign world and had yet to recover their strength, so staying together was safer.
At that moment, Mo Lin wore only a loose white night robe, its sash tied casually and revealing part of his solid chest. Reclining against the bed, he toyed with the silver liquid sphere obtained from the War Puppet Sect ruins. Immortal Origin Power flowed around his fingertips as he carefully sensed the changes in the countless tiny source runes within it.
Zi Yan wore comfortable light-purple pajamas and lay beside Mo Lin like a lazy kitten. Her damp purple hair was draped loosely around her, giving off a faint fragrance. With her little hands propping up her cheeks, her purple eyes stared unblinkingly at Mo Lin's focused profile. From time to time, she stretched out a slender finger and curiously poked the