Yuechun Brothel

Seeing Ye Yiren's eyes narrow slightly, Fang Yueya froze. It had been a long time since she had seen Sister Yiren become so serious. "Sister Yiren, what is it?"

Ye Yiren shook her head and gently waved her hand. The candle that had only recently been lit in the room immediately went out. She took the Kunlun Mirror from Fang Yueya's hand and swept her right hand across it, making the image within vanish. "It's getting late. Time to rest."

Fang Yueya did not think much of it.

She nodded.

"That feeling disappeared again. What's going on?"

Chen Mo was somewhat puzzled. Just now, he had indeed sensed, in some inexplicable way, that something was watching him, yet he could not find where it was.

"Could it have been... an illusion?" Nangong Jinse was doubtful as well. After all, despite possessing Return to One Realm strength, she had detected nothing.

Chen Mo did not know either.

After all, it was merely a feeling, without any tangible evidence.

Perhaps it really had been an illusion.

Yet even as he thought that, Chen Mo still pulled the blankets higher, covering the jade-white bodies of his two lovely wives.

"Alright, it's late. Sleep."

"Mm."

As the east began to brighten, morning light spilled over a rather upscale inn in Demon City. After last night's clamor and excitement, Demon City was far quieter today. Even the roosters had stopped crowing.

Inside the private room, Ye Yiren and Fang Yueya had risen early—or rather, neither of them had slept at all. At that moment, they were helping each other get dressed up.

After Fang Yueya finished tidying herself, she was about to call Chen Mo when Ye Yiren stopped her. "Since we're pretending to be ordinary people, we should start with the little things. Go