Over the past five days, Mo Lin and his group had swept through the area, reaping a substantial haul. Dragon Origin Marrow, which ordinary disciples regarded as treasure, was no different from ordinary spirit stones in their eyes.
Zi Yan and Little Lingxi had been having a wonderful time, while Yao Yao remained cool and reserved throughout. There was little left here that interested her; she was merely accompanying Mo Lin on his travels to relax.
That day, the morning sun rose, scattering golden light across the rippling sea.
Mo Lin stretched and said to Yao Yao, "Yao Yao, I'll take Qingyu out for a stroll today, let her get familiar with the surroundings, and see if there are any fish that slipped through the net. I'll leave Zi Yan and Xi'er to you for a while."
Yao Yao was holding an ancient scroll. At his words, she lifted her eyes, her cool gaze lingering on Mo Lin's face for a moment before sweeping over Zuoqiu Qingyu, whose pretty face had flushed slightly. The corner of her lips curved almost imperceptibly as she said blandly, "Go on, then. Go early and come back early."
She was far too clever not to see through Mo Lin's little scheme. She simply could not be bothered to expose him.
Zi Yan was building sandcastles with Little Lingxi. She looked up, blinked her violet eyes, and teased with a smile, "Brother Mo Lin~ Are you going off to have some private time with Sister Qingyu? Go ahead, don't worry. We'll be good~"
Little Lingxi also waved her little hand and called out in her babyish voice, "Daddy, Sister Qingyu, come back early!"
Teased by the two little girls, Zuoqiu Qingyu's pretty face instantly turned crimson. She stomped her foot shyly and protested, "You two