Night had deepened. Moonlight flowed like water, gently spilling into the deepest chamber of the Hall of Eternity—the largest and most luxuriously furnished bedroom.
Inside, red candles burned brightly. The air carried a faint, calming fragrance, along with a barely perceptible sweet, cloying scent left after passion. On the broad cloud bed, wide enough to accommodate several people, master and disciple Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran had long since fallen into deep sleep. A flush still lingered on their exquisite faces, while satisfaction and exhaustion rested between their brows. Their breathing was even and deep; clearly, they had been thoroughly "tossed about."
Mo Lin stood barefoot beside the bed in a loose night robe, looking at the two women on the bed,
his eyes filled with tenderness and affection. He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on Yun Yun's smooth forehead and Nalan Yanran's slightly pouted red lips, then carefully tucked the blankets around them.
After finishing all this, his figure shifted slightly, and he vanished from the bedroom without a sound. In the next instant, he appeared beside the hot spring at the back of the Misty Cloud Sect. Steam still curled from the spring, a few petals floated upon its surface, and the air retained the lingering intimacy of the fierce "battle" from not long ago.
Mo Lin smiled faintly. With a movement of his divine sense, the pure water-attribute energy contained within the hot spring was effortlessly stripped away and condensed into two warm streams. They washed them clean, gently dried them with soft energy, and finally wrapped them in a large blanket woven from Ten-Thousand-Year Warm Jade Silkworm Silk.
He carefully gathered the two beauties into his arms, feeling their light weight and soft warmth. His heart was utterly tranquil. With one step, space twisted,