No, seriously, can someone tell me what the hell is going on right now?
Hundred Bones Ming Takes the Stage at the Sect Competition
Dawn filtered through the window lattice, casting neat patterns of light and shadow across the floor.
Outside the door, Yu Wenqiu's voice sounded for the second time, now edged with a trace of suspicion.
"Why's Xiao Gu so quiet? Is he still asleep...? I'm coming in, okay?"
Gu Chengming's pupils contracted sharply. He glanced down at the white-haired head nestled beside him beneath the covers, then up at the slowly opening door. In that brief instant, he made the fastest decision of his cultivation career.
He reached out and yanked the quilt up, covering the white-haired head—and the rest of its owner—so thoroughly that not a hair was left showing.
Gu Chengming's voice came from inside the room, a couple of beats faster than usual but still steady enough. "Elder, please wait a moment. I haven't finished getting dressed."
Yu Wenqiu, halfway through opening the door, stopped in her tracks. Xiao Gu was usually dressed and ready before dawn. How could he be so disheveled today?
The lingering trace of the Mortal World Art she had sensed yesterday morning surfaced in her mind, and a foreboding feeling rose in her heart.
Surely not? That awful woman from the Joyful Union Sect couldn't have—
"Elder?" Gu Chengming's voice sounded again, this time back to its usual composure. "I'll be right out. Please wait in the courtyard for a moment."
Yu Wenqiu's hand froze on the doorframe. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she shut the door again.
She leaned against the pillar outside and took three deep breaths, forcing herself to believe that Xiao Gu had simply stayed up too late cultivating and