Mo Lin naturally restored his face and hair to Xue Qinghe's appearance before returning to the Crown Prince's Palace. Once back, he only needed to change clothes in the bedroom, and everything would be ready. The reason he had not concealed the fluctuations of his Soul Power earlier was, first, because the distance of this spatial movement had been too great; concealing them might have made the destination less precise and caused all sorts of unnecessary accidents. Second, those Soul Power fluctuations could remind his elder brother that Mo Lin had returned. In any case, his somewhat unreliable second sister probably would not be staying at the Crown Prince's Palace during the day—she would definitely be at Moonlight Pavilion—so he did not have to worry about that airheaded girl ruining things.
Sure enough, barely two minutes after Mo Lin returned, Mo Ning pushed open the door and walked in. His movements were so natural that Mo Lin felt a hint of discomfort.
"I'm saying, Big Brother, you haven't been coming into this room to sleep whenever Little Xue and I aren't around, have you?"
Hearing Mo Lin's words, Mo Ning immediately gave him a loving iron fist to the head. However, with Mo Lin's current physical condition, how could Mo Ning's punch, as a Soul Sage, possibly hurt him?
"Hiss—this brat's head is way too hard! What the hell has he been doing these past six months?!"
Although his hand had immediately swollen up, he had to maintain his dignity as the elder brother. Mo Ning tucked his red, swollen hand behind his back and said as if nothing had happened, "Would your big brother really be that tasteless? On the other hand, you spent less than half a year completely winning over Spirit Hall's young lady. You're already calling