Infiltration

A great wind swept through the Sisha Realm, and the Mayuan Abyss, which had been trembling, finally fell silent.

Yun Zhi looked into the deep darkness of the Mayuan Abyss. "Let us go. The Yin Qi in the Sisha Realm is too heavy; we cannot stay overnight. We must quickly report back to the sects. The demonic cultivators hiding in Zhongzhou this time are a great threat and cannot be allowed to remain."

Yu Zhiling nodded. "Agreed."

Before leaving, she glanced back at the pitch-black Mayuan Abyss.

Amidst that endless darkness, there seemed to be countless blood-red eyes silently watching her, causing her heart to suddenly skip a beat.

Within that unstable heartbeat, an indescribable sensation surged.

Yu Zhiling felt uncomfortable and immediately turned her face away, looking no longer.

But Mo Zhu looked one more time.

The youth's pitch-black pupils slowly dissolved into vertical snake slits, the patterns around his eyes shimmering with a golden hue.

The Dengshe Eyes could see things that the naked eye could not.

What the two Immortal Venerables of Zhongzhou failed to discover, he could see clearly.

The four of them left one by one, and the Sisha Realm returned to its usual tranquility, the winds and seas calmed.

By the time Yu Zhiling returned to the Yingshan Sect, it was already dusk. Throughout the journey on the Mustard Seed Boat, she had slept the entire way. When they landed, she was still a bit dazed. She stepped off the bed, rested her chin on the windowsill, and pushed the window open slightly to look out.

The evening sun was setting, the sunset glow painting the sky like silk.

A knock sounded on the cabin door. "Master, we have arrived at the Yingshan Sect."

Yu Zhiling wasn't fully awake yet. With her chin still on the sill, she gave a faint yawn. "Mm... yeah."

The person outside remained silent. Hearing her voice, he knew she hadn't finished sleeping. He didn't want to be in the same space as her, so he continued to meditate on the deck.

It took Yu Zhiling a long time in her half-awake state before she finally opened the door and stepped out.

Mo Zhu sat with his back to her on the deck, his spine straight. The evening light draped over the youth's shoulders like a layer of gold, dazzlingly bright. Yu Zhiling clicked her tongue; the male lead was indeed different—even his meditation had a certain flair.

While she was still peeking, Mo Zhu suddenly turned around, his dark eyes meeting hers.

Yu Zhiling quickly looked elsewhere and casually offered some praise, "We're here? That was fast. My disciple is truly skilled at controlling the Mustard Seed Boat."

Mo Zhu: "..."

Yu Zhiling was still a bit afraid of being alone with Mo Zhu. She took the chance before he could speak to leave the Mustard Seed Boat first.

As the two brushed past each other, Mo Zhu noticed a faint red mark on her chin.

He truly did not understand how an Immortal Venerable could sleep in such a way that she pressed her own face into that state.

Upon returning to Tingchun Cliff, the first thing Yu Zhiling did was shed her outer robes and dive into bed to catch up on sleep.

Repairing the formations at the Sisha Stele had consumed quite a bit of spiritual energy. Although she wasn't completely drained, the exhaustion was real. A normal cultivator could recover through meditation, but for someone used to a modern lifestyle, nothing beat a good long sleep.

The window from the morning was still unlatched, and the bed curtains were not drawn.

The evening light shone into the room, reflecting a tall, thin shadow onto the floor tiles. A figure flickered by the window.

Yu Zhiling was already tucked under the silk quilt, no longer looking as disheveled as she had in the morning. Only then did the youth outside feel at ease, flipping himself into the room.

Snakes were naturally adept at hiding. Mo Zhu moved without a sound, yet he did not suppress his spiritual pressure. Despite this, Yu Zhiling noticed nothing. Even when he stood right beside her bed, she remained sound asleep.

Mo Zhu crouched by the bedside, his gaze scanning her face. The youth's lips were pressed tight, and his eyes gradually darkened.