Teahouse.
The frost of Yin Qi that had congealed in the corridor had already been dispelled.
Beyond the glazed windows, the fog was thick as a solid mass. Nothing could be seen; all that could be felt was a chilling, deathly silence.
A chair taken from upstairs had been casually set in a corner.
Mo Lilan sat upright on it, resting with her eyes closed.
Not far from her, Zhong Kui Yueji, Ning Wuye, Yan Minghua, and Li Lieyue sat cross-legged on the floor. They cultivated as they waited for Fu Xuanxu and Pei Ling to return.
All four were heirs to the Nine Great Sects, with abundant resources of every kind. After cultivating for some time, they had all recovered to roughly seventy or eighty percent.
Suddenly, Mo Lilan opened her pure-white eyes and looked toward the entrance.
A flicker of surprise crossed her gaze, then gave way to an intense longing.
The next moment—
"Knock, knock, knock."
The sound of knocking rang out.
The four people who had been cultivating all opened their eyes at once and warily looked toward the entrance. Their magical power was already circulating instinctively, and they were ready to fight.
Mo Lilan, however, didn't hesitate. She flicked her sleeve, sending a gust of force straight toward the door and opening it.
As soon as the door swung open, a frigid aura surged into the teahouse along with the white mist.
Two young men stood outside. The one on the left had bright eyes and finely arched brows, his aura pure, and held a Wooden Ruyi in his hand. The one on the right wore a black robe and dark boots; his expression was stern, Killing Intent enveloped him, and a long saber was strapped to his back.
They were Fu Xuanxu and Pei