Qing Mo slowly approached from behind Biyao and Youji. As for the few missing words at the end of the poem, he softly told the two women what they were.
Upon hearing the complete poem, Youji could not help but look disappointed. Once again, she recalled that figure in flowing white robes from a hundred years ago.
But that feeling lasted only an instant. Soon, she and Biyao both looked at Qing Mo, who stood between them with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the poem on the stone wall.
"I know I'm fairly good-looking, but you don't need to stare at me together like that, do you?"
"Let's go. There is a treasure inside that is destined for Biyao. That is why we came here."
As soon as Qing Mo finished speaking, he turned and headed deeper inside. A flush inevitably rose to both Biyao's and Youji's faces.
"Aunt Youji, could it be that you also...?"
"Enough, Biyao! Let's hurry inside! Didn't he say there's a treasure in there meant for you?"
Before Biyao could finish her question, Youji cut in. She hurried after Qing Mo, and seeing this, the little loli Biyao puffed out her cheeks slightly before quickly following as well.
"This is... the Bright King! The Holy Mother!"
When Biyao and Youji followed Qing Mo to the deepest part of the cave, they were immediately drawn to the stone statues on either side.
Neither of them had expected that, deep within this cave, there would be statues of the Netherworld Holy Mother and the Heavenly Baleful Bright King!
"Heavenly Baleful Bright King, Netherworld Holy Mother above!
Your devout forty-second-generation disciples of the Holy Sect, Youji and Biyao, respectfully pay our respects!
May the two venerables take pity on the people, deliver all living beings,