Peking Opera Cat Heart Feather

The sun rose normally in the morning, as if nothing had happened, but Xiaoqing and Molan were standing on the edge of the cliff, watching the sunrise in the distance. However, the distance between Xiaoqing and Molan was quite far.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come here."

Xiaoqing was obedient and took a few steps forward, standing in front of Molan, looking at a reef in the distance.

"Not long ago, my sister was there watching the moon with me, but now she is unconscious." Xiaoqing looked at the reef in the distance and a memory emerged in her mind.

"Azi can't accept it for the time being. When she figures it out, she will wake up," Molan said calmly as she looked at the rising sun in the distance.

"So, sister will be fine, right?" Xiaoqing happily grabbed Molan's sleeve and jumped in front of her when she heard this. When Molan saw Xiaoqing's behavior, the expression on her face that had not changed for thousands of years finally showed a smile, but she quickly put it away.

Xiaoqing clearly felt the change in expression at that moment, let go of the hand that was holding Molan's sleeve, and took a few steps back timidly.

"How did you know that Dad was wronged?" Xiaoqing gathered her sleeves and asked Molan.

"Some cats may stay together for their entire lives but never understand each other, while some couples only need to look at each other to know they can trust each other for life." When Molan said this, her eyes were slightly painful, and the love in her eyes gradually emanated.

Xiao Qing's eyes moved slightly when she heard these words. "Is it the Eye Sect's rhyme power?"

"You will understand these when you grow up." Molan smiled again when she saw this scene.

"Do I have a name?" Xiaoqing finally asked the question that concerned her most.

When I saw this scene, the doting on my lips flashed away. I walked to Xiaoqing, squatted down, and whispered four words:

"Is...is this my name?" Xiaoqing's eyes were already filled with tears after hearing this name, but she was too stubborn to let them fall.

"This is the name your father gave it. He said that when he cracks the mystery of chaos, he will ask you in person that we should keep the secret together and wait for the bird to come back, okay?" Molan said to Xiaojing, while stretching out a hand with her little finger raised.

The moment Xiaoqing hooked her hand, Molan suddenly attacked, and a sleeve danced towards Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing was unable to resist, and quickly launched a rhythmic transformation. After a few moves, Molan found that Xiaoqing's physical fitness had inexplicably improved. Even the pure rhythmic power that Mo Xie had passed on to him could be mastered with ease after a period of training.

"Qing'er, why has your physical fitness improved inexplicably?" Mo Lan originally wanted to break the pure rhythmic power in Xiao Qing's body to prevent her rhythmic power from increasing too quickly and putting a burden on her body. However, after a fight, she found that her physical fitness was a perfect match for the pure rhythmic power that Mo Xie passed on to her, as if she had cultivated it herself.

"Xinyu gave me a pill before and asked me to eat it when I was receiving Yunli. I don't know what happened later." Xiaoqing answered this question politely.

"Even with this level of help, you still easily forced me to the ground. Are all the twelve sect leaders so powerful?"

"Because the Mo Clan has a tradition of gifting gifts based on rhyme power, the leader's abilities are slightly stronger than those of other sects. Besides being the leader of the clan, no one else matters to them." Mo Lan walked over to Xiao Qing, squatted down, and looked at her. "How can I be the leader if I'm so weak?" Xiao Qing felt lost again when she heard this.

"The reason for sealing the hall is because the secrets of the sect can only be passed on to the true sect leader. How can it be as simple as just giving away a false title?"

"Huh, then I feel relieved. I almost thought I couldn't leave." Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief and completely put down the big stone in her heart.

"Qing'er, how much do you know about the cat named Bai Xinyu?" Molan did not stop Xiaoqing from leaving, but squatted down again and asked Xiaoqing how much she knew about Bai Xinyu.

Xiaoqing tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "When we first met, we saw her at the foot of the Original Luo Tower. At that time, I thought she was very powerful, and we needed help to defeat An, so I asked her to join the Xingluo team, and we have been together ever since. She has provided us with many strange props. Every time you see Xingyu take action, you always feel that he is very powerful, as if he has never used his full strength."

When Molan heard Xiaoqing say this, his eyes moved slightly. He stood up and looked at the sun rising high in the distance. He didn't know what he was thinking, but if you look closely, you will find that Molan's arms are trembling slightly.

The second day of the Zong Palace

“Here’s the map you wanted.”

Nanny Rong carefully held a map made of special leather, walked up to Bai Xinyu, and respectfully handed it to him. Then, she bowed solemnly to Mo Lan above her and quietly retreated.

However, just as Rong Mama was leaving the hall, Molan suddenly activated her rhythmic energy, and a powerful force instantly erupted, forming a huge shield that enveloped the entire main hall. This shield exuded a mysterious aura, as if it could isolate all interference from the outside world.

But Aunt Rong seemed unaware of this change. She continued walking forward and disappeared at the door of the hall.

"Do you know where you come from?"

After completing this series of actions, Molan slowly stood up from the sect leader's seat, looked deeply at Bai Xinyu below, and asked this question in a calm tone.

"I don't know. When I regained consciousness, I was on the plains, wandering for years..." Bai Xinyu answered candidly, not hiding his past or his origins. He told Molan everything he had experienced, hoping to get some clues or guidance.

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As the sun set in the west, it gradually disappeared, leaving only a sliver of afterglow illuminating the earth. At this moment, Bai Xinyu finally emerged from the Sect Master's Hall, her figure appearing exceptionally slender in the sunset.

Mo Lan, who had been sitting in the position of Sect Leader, stared intently at Bai Xinyu's retreating figure, a subtle flash of murderous intent in her eyes. However, this murderous intent was fleeting, as if it had never appeared. Then, Mo Lan stood up, walked behind the Sect Leader's seat, and reached out to press a small protrusion hidden in the shadows. Suddenly, a circular disk quietly emerged, emitting a mysterious light.

Molan extended her finger and gently tapped the disc a few times. Suddenly, five azure rhythms soared into the air, streaking off in five distinct directions, like five nimble blue snakes dancing in the air. Molan stared silently at the direction the five rays of light departed, her eyes flickering slightly as if she were lost in thought, her thoughts unknowable.