Wang Ye watched Feng Shayan leave in a huff, secretly puzzled. What on earth is Brother Mo up to? The heiress of the Tianxia Association—he actually turned her down when she came right to his door? "Brother Mo, you really aren't interested in Feng Shayan? She's got quite the figure, you know. Curves in all the right places, like she stepped straight out of a painting..." Wang Ye gestured as he spoke, trying to read something from Xuan Mo's face.
Xuan Mo shot him a sidelong glance. "You're the only one who knows how to appreciate beauty. Go cultivate. Stop thinking about all that nonsense all day."
Wang Ye curled his lips, but muttered inwardly, As if you're not a lecher yourself.
Late that night, with everything quiet, Wang Ye was preparing to sit in meditation when he suddenly heard a faint noise outside the window. He sat up alertly and listened closely. The sound seemed to be coming from the rear courtyard, light and drifting, unlike the footsteps of an ordinary person.
Wang Ye's heart tightened. Could it be a thief? He quietly walked to the window and peered through a gap in the paper. He could vaguely make out a dark figure moving around in the rear courtyard.
Wang Ye was puzzled. Who would come to the Mo Xian Martial Hall in the middle of the night? He decided to investigate. Gently opening his door, he crept toward the shadow.
"Who?" Wang Ye shouted in a low voice while circulating the true qi within him and preparing for battle.
The shadow seemed startled and abruptly turned around. In the faint moonlight, Wang Ye saw the intruder's face and froze.
"F-Feng Shayan?"
Standing before him was none other than the heiress of the Tianxia Association who had come to