Teahouse.
Outside the glazed windows, white fog churned like boiling water.
Through the shifting haze, countless demon ghosts seemed to claw and snarl, racking their brains to force their way into the building.
At the end of the corridor, Mo Lilan sat with her robes neatly arranged, eyes closed as she rested.
Li Lieyue and Yan Minghua each occupied a corner, facing one another from afar as they focused on cultivation.
Time drifted by. After an unknown while, Mo Lilan suddenly stiffened, her entire body going utterly still.
Sensing something amiss, Li Lieyue immediately stopped cultivating and turned her gaze toward her.
Though the Fallen Immortal's Will lay hidden within Mo Lilan, she was also Junior Brother Pei's avatar. As long as she was fine, it proved that Junior Brother Pei was safe and well. So, when the Ghostly Beings had disguised themselves as Junior Brother Pei and Fu Xuanxu to enter the teahouse, the three members of the false Dao had been deeply worried about Fu Xuanxu's life or death, while Li Lieyue hadn't been concerned about Junior Brother Pei's safety at all.
But now...
"Senior?" Li Lieyue asked tentatively at once. Mo Lilan clearly seemed unwell. Something might have happened to Junior Brother Pei!
At that moment, Yan Minghua also realized something was wrong. She stopped cultivating and looked toward Mo Lilan, then quickly asked, "Senior, has a Ghostly Being approached the teahouse?"
She didn't know that Mo Lilan was Pei Ling's avatar. She assumed that the Fallen Immortal's Will had sensed some change outside.
Mo Lilan gave no response. She remained completely motionless, as if she had suddenly turned into a statue.
Seeing that her condition was even worse than they had imagined, Li Lieyue's expression gradually changed.
Yan Minghua furrowed her delicate brows, a trace of