Inside the Purple Source Cave Mansion of Sacred Source Peak.
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting warm patches of light. Spiritual energy drifted through the cave mansion, making it seem like an immortal realm.
Mo Lin lounged lazily against a broad jade couch covered in soft, snow-white beast fur. Little Lingxi curled up in his arms like a kitten, sleeping soundly, a sweet smile still lingering on her rosy little face.
Yao Yao sat by a window not far away, dressed in green robes, her beauty pure and detached from the mortal world. She quietly leafed through a yellowed ancient book as sunlight outlined her flawless profile.
Zi Yan and Zuoqiu Qingyu huddled around another jade table, pointing at a spread-out map of the Cang Xuan Sect and chattering away as they discussed it.
"Brother Mo Lin, look! Snow Lotus Peak is said to be covered in snow all year round and rich in ice-attributed spiritual herbs. There must be delicious ice spirit fruits there!" Zi Yan pointed at a mountain on the map, her violet eyes gleaming.
"And Ripple Peak! I heard it's full of female disciples, and the scenery is like a painting. There must be lots of beautiful senior and junior sisters there!" Zuoqiu Qingyu's peach blossom eyes shifted as she shot Mo Lin a teasing glance.
Mo Lin yawned and said lazily, "Snow Lotus Peak is too cold, and Ripple Peak has too much yin energy. Neither is interesting. Our Sacred Source Peak is better—peaceful and quiet."
Just then, a respectful yet excited voice came from outside the cave mansion. "Chief Mo Lin, disciple Li Qingxuan requests an audience!"
Mo Lin raised his brows and muttered unhappily, "That little Li is here to disturb my cultivation again."
He rubbed Little Lingxi's head. "Xi'er, wake