Zi Qing, who had been cultivating intently inside the tower, was suddenly thrown out by Little Black Tower. She looked at Qin Guan in confusion.
"What are you doing outside my Old Ancestor's door in the middle of the night?"
Qin Guan's face darkened, and he hurriedly explained, "I just saw a shadow sneak into the room suspiciously, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity."
Hearing this, Zi Qing furrowed her brows and looked toward Old Ancestor's room. "There's a soundproof restriction on the room. Old Ancestor won't be in danger, will he?"
Little Black Tower suddenly spoke. "I heard the sounds of an intense battle. For now, neither side seems to have the upper hand."
Qin Guan was startled by Little Black Tower's words. "Tower Master, you can hear what's happening inside through the restriction?"
Little Black Tower said, "Brat, you were listening so intently just now that you could've stuck your head into a honey jar, and now you're pretending to be dead?"
Qin Guan frowned. "What nonsense."
"What are you talking about? Old Ancestor will be all right, won't he?" Zi Qing asked, bewildered, as she moved to break the restriction.
Seeing this, Little Black Tower hurriedly stopped her. "Don't go in. Your Old Ancestor has temporarily suppressed the other party. If you rush in, it'll easily throw him off his game, and he might very well be left with a lifelong ailment."
Hearing Little Black Tower's words, Zi Qing quickly withdrew her hand. "Tower Master, who exactly is causing trouble in Old Ancestor's room?"
Before Zi Qing had even finished speaking, a wisp of Pink Dao Rhyme quietly drifted toward her ear.
"Creak! Creak!"
The next moment, rhythmic bed-shaking sounds mixed with heavy panting reached Zi Qing's ears.
"No way..."
Zi Qing's