Deep within Sacred Relic Land lay a valley shrouded in spiritual energy, carpeted with exotic flowers and rare herbs.
Mo Lin, Yao Yao, Zuoqiu Qingyu, and Little Lingxi strolled leisurely through it. Nourished by the pure Origin Qi Mo Lin had provided, Yao Yao's injuries had mostly healed, and color had returned to her cheeks. Like a butterfly flitting among flowers, Zuoqiu Qingyu eagerly picked all manner of rare spiritual plants, occasionally letting out delighted little cries. Little Lingxi was even more carefree, running through the flowers and chasing several spirit butterflies that shimmered with seven-colored light, her clear laughter echoing through the valley.
"Daddy! Look, isn't this flower beautiful? Doesn't it look like the color on Mama Cai Lin's dress?" Little Lingxi ran up to Mo Lin as if presenting a treasure, holding a dazzling seven-colored flower.
Mo Lin instinctively smiled and was about to take it, praising his daughter's good eye. But the instant the words "Mama Cai Lin" left Little Lingxi's mouth—
The smile on Mo Lin's face abruptly froze! His pupils contracted sharply! Alarm bells rang wildly in his mind!
This is bad! My cover is about to be blown!
He reacted as fast as lightning! Almost the moment the word "Dad" came out, his body blurred, and he appeared before Little Lingxi as though teleporting! His left hand shot out and covered his daughter's soft little mouth, forcibly stopping the two words "Mama" that would have blown everything wide open!
"Mmph... mmph!" Little Lingxi was startled by her daddy's sudden movement. Her big eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement as her little hands tugged at Mo Lin's hand, producing muffled sounds.
This abrupt scene stunned both Yao Yao and Zuoqiu Qingyu, who looked at Mo Lin's strange behavior in surprise.
Zuoqiu Qingyu blinked her