The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

"Alright!" Mo Changdao had no choice but to agree.

Meanwhile, Han Cuiyin outside had already seen the black mist arrive at Mo Changdao's side and immediately instructed Luo Jingqian, "Hurry up and leave. Don't get entangled with them too much, or it will be difficult to escape."

"Lord Duke, my mother will definitely ask you for it tomorrow. I hope you will prepare in advance so as not to embarrass yourself in front of the Emperor." After reminding Luo Yuan, Luo Jingqian quickly stopped Qingyuan, not letting him waste time dealing with Xiao Li Shi.

Little Li buried her face in Luo Yuan's arms, crying out, "Lord Duke, you must stand up for me!"

Luo Jingqian and Qingyuan ignored them and walked out of the Luo residence gate in a few steps.

With a warm and fragrant woman in his arms, Luo Yuan could only comfort Xiao Li.

Mo Changdao, hiding on the rooftop, spoke with the Mo family patriarch, "Patriarch, what do we do now? If I attack directly, I might not be able to subdue this great demon. Why don't you rest for a while and find another opportunity later?"

Left with no other choice, they could only coax the monster like a child.

"By the way, I suspect that the group led by Marquis Jingyun just now might have entered our Mo family. Ancestor, did you sense anything?"

After a long pause, the Mo family patriarch replied, "It wasn't them; they don't bear my mark. This woman is also suspicious. Keep a close eye on them these next few days. This fire was well-placed; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to leave the ancestral hall and the Mo family so easily."

Mo Changdao was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized, "Then congratulations, Ancestor! You can move freely from now on."

He was unaware of this, and assumed that the monster did not like to come out, which was why it had been hiding in the ancestral hall.

It turns out that the ancestral hall was still a constraint.

Why didn't you say so when your father passed on the position of family head?

Mo Changdao's emotional turmoil was unknown to the Mo family patriarch, who instructed again, "Don't waste your energy on unimportant people. There's nothing suspicious about the three people, including the Marquis of Jingyun. That person will eventually reappear. Now it's the matter of this pair in the courtyard. Once we capture this great demon, I'm confident I can keep that person here even if he comes again."

"Yes! Since you've seen it and think that Marquis Jingyun and the others are fine, I won't pay any more attention to it. You should rest in the manor for a while, and then we'll find a way to capture this great demon to nourish your body."

Mo Changdao was afraid that once he was free, he would run around everywhere, and countless people would lose their lives.

The ancestor before us is not the ancestor who upheld justice as recorded in history books.

Having made up his mind, Mo Changdao quietly returned to his residence.

Han Cuiyin was unaware that those people had dispelled their doubts so easily. She continued to transmit her voice from inside the carriage, "Lord Luo, Mo Changdao has been following us. The Mo family has a big secret. I will tell you in detail when we return to Qingshuang Mountain. We should make plans as soon as possible."

"Call me Brother Jingqian. You didn't quite get it right just now. Also, how did I shut you up?" Luo Jingqian took off his mask, a smile playing on his lips. His mood was completely unaffected by Luo Yuan and Madam Li.

Han Cuiyin was at a loss for words. Her ears were a little swollen. After a long while, she finally spoke, "At that time, Mo Changdao was staring at me. I mainly wanted to dispel his doubts, so I said it."

I wasn't paying attention then, and he overheard those lies being told to Mo Changdao.

She, a person who had lived for a thousand years, actually lost face in front of a young male cultivator.

If Qingyun finds out about this, she'll laugh at her for centuries to come.

Luo Jingqian leaned his head against the carriage wall, his eyes fixed on his fingertips, and transmitted his voice, "It's no fun being so polite all the time. We've been through thick and thin together. How about I just call you Cuiyin from now on, and you call me Brother Jingqian?"

Dream on! She's lived for a thousand years, and at her age she's already a grandmother, calling someone "brother"—it just seems weirder.

"No way! Either Jingqian or Fellow Daoist Luo, don't even think about taking advantage of me!" Han Cuiyin glared at him, her eyes wide and her expression extremely displeased.

Luo Jingqian clenched his fist and covered his lips. "Okay!"

Had she fallen into some kind of trap? Something's not right. Han Cuiyin tilted her head, puzzled.

Qingyuan outside turned his head, as if trying to see through the carriage door the expressions of the people inside.

The two of them were communicating telepathically behind his back, and he didn't know what they were saying, but it made his junior brother so happy.

No, I need to have a serious talk with Qinghe about what happened today when I get back. Junior Brother is acting very strangely.

Luo Jingqian was unaware of Qingyuan's thoughts at that moment. He stared intently at Han Cuiyin without saying a word, just watching her.

His unusual behavior left Han Cuiyin at a loss for what to do.

Qingyuan handed the reins to the coachman and said quietly towards the carriage, "I'm going back to guard the house and live that lonely life. My heartless junior brother doesn't even give his senior brother a break. I'm so bored."

"We'll arrange for someone to replace you later. Be on duty these next few days. Stay in the house and don't disappear," Luo Jingqian instructed.

Qingyuan stepped into the mansion and disappeared in a flash.

"Oh no, there's something else I forgot to mention," Han Cuiyin said, annoyed. "I'll write a letter right now, and you can have someone deliver it to the address above later."

I forgot to mention Yan Xiao's situation, so I can only inform her by writing this letter.

Han Cuiyin was very fast, so Luo Jingqian called Qingyuan over and said, "You deliver it yourself."

At this moment, besides worrying about Yan Xiao's safety, after calming down, she was even more concerned about her uncle's situation.

Yan Dali has been missing for a long time, and Zhao Feilan has already gone to find him.

At this moment, Zhao Feilan had been flying over the Pinglian Mountains for two days straight, but still hadn't found any trace of Yan Dali. Instead, he discovered that the Pinglian Mountains were not as ordinary as they appeared.

There is a place that is shrouded in mist every day, so much so that even divine sense cannot reveal its full appearance.

Before leaving home, Yan Dali was heading to the center of the Pinglian Mountains, a place shrouded in mist that seemed to be the very heart of the mountains.

He had searched everywhere else for two days, except for this place, but had not found any trace of Yan Dali.

"It seems we have no choice but to go down and check. If we miss him, his life will be in danger. I wonder how heartbroken Shunhua will be if she finds out he's gone. It seems we still have to go and investigate."

Zhao Feilan was determined to venture deep into the heart of the Pinglian Mountains, but he also kept a watchful eye on things.

The gift he gave to Han Cuiyin included a communication talisman; I wonder if the girl noticed it.

He informed his adopted daughter of his whereabouts and descended without waiting for her reply.

As soon as he landed, he realized something was wrong; he couldn't use spiritual power here because there was no spiritual energy.

He only carried about ten spirit stones with him, and if he ran out of spiritual energy, he could only rely on these few spirit stones to replenish it.

"This place is so big, where could my brother-in-law be?" Zhao Feilan broke off a branch as thick as a baby's arm from a big tree, just the right amount to scout the way.

Summer brings a multitude of snakes and insects; it's not easy for my brother-in-law, a mere mortal, to survive.

Han Cuiyin didn't notice the communication talisman; they had just arrived at Qingshuang Mountain Villa.

"Jingqian, I have something to tell you. How about we go to the Cold Pool?"