"...Does it look good?"
As Fang Mo's voice rang out, the absurd scene before them shattered like a mirror.
"Hm?"
Mint froze. She discovered that the bed not far away was completely empty, its bedding smooth and tidy, without even a single wrinkle or water stain.
And not far from the bed—
Fang Mo stood there with an ashen expression, slowly sheathing a cherry-pink katana.
Little Wolf-chan stood in front of him. However, she had not witnessed the entire process, because Cotton Water Moon's ability could be activated against only a single independent target.
At that moment, the little one anxiously swished her large tail. She was quite curious about what exactly Mint had seen, but her master was clearly in a fit of anger. Fang Mo was terrifying when he got angry, so at the very least, the little wolf cub did not deliberately make any more noise.
"You already knew?"
Seeing this, Mint clearly realized something as well. "...When did you find out?"
"Today."
Fang Mo slowly spoke. "I was the one who sent A Xue away, and Wolf-chan was arranged by me too. Did you really think you could have gotten this opportunity otherwise?"
"..."
Mint fell silent.
"I'll give you a chance to confess."
Fang Mo spoke again. "You should know very well what my methods are like... Don't make me personally pry open your brain to find those truths. Leave yourself this last shred of dignity."
"Things have come to this. I have nothing to say."
Mint slowly put away the small bronze mirror in her hand. "The path of cultivation has always been fraught with danger and hardship. Since I made a mistake and deserve punishment, whether you kill or torture me is up to you..."
"You really think I don't dare?"
Fang Mo