Returning to Qinglin's cave abode, Chu Mo had barely closed the restrictive seals when a graceful figure came forward to greet him.
"Dao brother," Yun Yi said, worry in her eyes as she studied his expression. "Did the True Lord make things difficult for you? Was it because of Xuan Meng?"
His silence only strengthened her conviction, and she could not help saying indignantly, "What talent and brilliance you had back then, Dao brother! You were the first among us to reach Golden Core Perfection, just a hair's breadth from an origin spirit!"
"Xuan Meng merely got lucky and became the True Lord's disciple. How could someone so mediocre deserve to..."
"Shh."
Chu Mo extended a finger and gently pressed it against her lips. "You must not speak recklessly of the True Lord."
Though Yun Yi fell silent, the indignation in her eyes did not fade, as though she had personally suffered every humiliation inflicted on Chu Mo.
Seeing this, Chu Mo smiled warmly and gently reassured her. "You needn't feel wronged on my behalf, Yun Yi. Just remember that on your journey to the Mengke Realm, accumulating providence must be your foremost priority. The more you can obtain, the greater the help you'll be giving me."
Dao brother has almost no hope of binding a spirit. What use could he have for providence?
A trace of confusion flickered through Yun Yi's eyes, but quickly vanished. She had entirely forgotten that heaven-bestowed providence could only benefit its recipient.
Then a tender shimmer welled in her eyes as she gazed at Chu Mo. "Dao brother..."
Chu Mo smiled faintly. Everything was understood without words.
Half a month later, in a secluded plaza within the Immortal Garden, hazy dreamlight rippled through the void before manifesting as a gigantic vortex.
Streak after streak