Everyone's all smiles on the surface but secretly cunning, but the junior sister only wants to

Jiang Shiliu stood in the dimly lit room, her heart churning with complex emotions. She had originally made up her mind to rebuild the once unbreakable bond with Jiang Moqi, but when she truly faced this decision, an indescribable fear welled up inside her.

She was afraid Jiang Moqi would look directly into her with those deep eyes and question her about why she had excluded him from the plan and why she hadn't been honest with him. She was afraid he would ask, "Am I not worthy of your trust? Am I not worthy of sharing your burdens?" These questions were like invisible chains, tightly binding her heart and making it hard for her to breathe.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still. Jiang Shiliu's breathing sounded exceptionally clear in this deathly silence, her fingers unconsciously twisting together, her knuckles turning slightly white. However, this silence did not last long; a conversation came from outside the door, breaking the oppressive tranquility.

Yan Moli appeared amidst the ruins of the Xuan Tian Sword Sect. She had barely arrived at the sect when she was shocked by the scene before her—the once magnificent buildings were now reduced to rubble, and the air was thick with an aura of scorching heat and destruction. Her brow furrowed, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. She could sense Jiang Moqi's presence, faint but still present. Without hesitation, she walked towards the direction of that presence, her steps firm and hurried.

Meanwhile, Yun Ting was frantically busy. He stood in the chaotic sect square, holding a long list of materials needed to repair the sect. He calculated the required resources while directing his disciples to clear the ruins. Just as he was completely absorbed in his work, a cold voice suddenly reached his ears: "Excuse me, is there anyone here named Jiang Moqi?"

Yun Ting's heart sank, and he nearly dropped the list. He instinctively looked up, ready to respond with his usual cold indifference with "No such person," when his gaze fixed on the newcomer's face. In that instant, his mind went blank, and his throat felt as if something was blocking it. The woman before him looked exactly like Jiang Moqi, even down to their aloof demeanor. But Jiang Moqi was clearly still lying unconscious in his hospital bed; how could he possibly be here?

"You...who are you?" Yun Ting's voice trembled slightly, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. He tried to calm himself down, but the turmoil within him was difficult to quell. Who exactly was the woman before him? Why did she resemble Jiang Moqi so much? What changes would her arrival bring to the already chaotic Xuan Tian Sword Sect?

Yan Moli did not answer Yun Ting's question. Her gaze swept over the surrounding ruins, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She seemed completely unfamiliar with everything here, yet there was a sense of detachment about her. Her voice remained cold, but now carried an undeniable firmness: "Take me to see him."

Yun Ting stood frozen in place, his heart filled with conflicting emotions and unease. He knew that the woman before him was no ordinary person, and that her appearance might be able to help Xiao Shiliu!

Yun Ting didn't question Yan Moli's identity any further. After all, he had personally witnessed the extraordinary abilities of his four junior disciples, so Jiang Moqi was certainly no ordinary person either. This woman before him must have an unusual relationship with Jiang Moqi, perhaps even family. Yun Ting secretly speculated.

He said nothing more, and hurriedly led Yan Moli towards Tianyan Peak. Along the way, the corpses of sect disciples were neatly arranged, as if some solemn ceremony was taking place. This scene aroused Yan Moli's questions, but she didn't ask further. Yan Moli silently followed, her gaze sweeping over the cold corpses, her heart unmoved. As the chief deity of Fengdu City, she was already accustomed to life and death. The dead cannot be brought back to life; this was an ironclad law of heaven and earth, and even she could not arbitrarily reverse it. Unless someone could overturn the laws of heaven and earth, but that was virtually impossible.

On Tianyan Peak, Qingyan, Moyuchen, Yeming, and Li Yue stood guard outside Jiang Shiliu's room, their expressions solemn. They stayed close by, as if protecting something of paramount importance.

Yan Moli's gaze swept over the four people, a hint of doubt rising in her heart. She sensed the powerful aura emanating from them, clearly indicating they were all beings at the level of main gods. However, she didn't understand why such a small world would gather so many main gods. Could it be for some great battle? She wondered, but didn't reveal it.

Qingyan and the others naturally noticed Yan Moli as well. Upon first seeing her, they were startled, almost mistaking her for Jiang Moqi. But they quickly realized their mistake. Even so, they couldn't help but marvel at the incredible resemblance between the two.

Finally, Li Yue was the first to react, stepped forward, and respectfully asked, "You must be the Lord of the Underworld who governs Fengdu City, right? Have you come here for your younger brother, Jiang Moqi? He has fallen into a coma due to the backlash of his divine power. Our Lord God is currently restoring his divine power, so please wait a moment."

Yan Moli nodded slightly in response. She didn't say anything more, but stood quietly to the side, her gaze fixed on the closed door, a faint unease rising in her heart.

Yan Moli didn't ask questions because she already had a guess in her mind. She could roughly guess the origins of these main gods. However, what puzzled her was that, as far as she knew, wasn't it the mistake made by that God Li that caused their unfortunate deaths during their tribulations? So why were these people gathered here again now? What was even more perplexing was that this matter was somehow related to her younger brother!

Furthermore, who exactly is this "Lord God" they're referring to? Yan Moli has encountered many arrogant and conceited Lord Gods in the Lord God Space. But these individuals are so respectful to the so-called "Lord God," a behavior that truly piques her curiosity.

Just as Yan Moli was filled with doubt, things suddenly took a turn for the better. Jiang Shiliu slowly walked out of the room. Clearly, after careful consideration, she had finally decided to bind Jiang Moqi's soul to hers. The whole process was unexpectedly simple, without the need for both of them to be completely naked, as people might imagine. Jiang Shiliu only needed to cast a spell on Jiang Moqi's forehead to complete the task.

"Qingyan, where is Song Shiyue now?" Jiang Shiliu walked slowly out of the room and gently closed the door, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility inside. Her voice was low and tinged with urgency, "Xiao An's soul has been torn apart. I can only use magic to concentrate him in a small world. As for how to awaken him, I'm afraid Song Shiyue will need to be reincarnated into that small world."

Yan Moli stood to the side, her mouth slightly agape, her heart already churning with shock: "Holy crap! Isn't this the legendary Lotus Goddess? My idol!" Her gaze was fixed on Jiang Shiliu, as if afraid of missing any detail.

Jiang Shiliu then noticed Yan Moli's presence, her gaze lingering on her for a moment, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. The girl before her looked almost exactly like Jiang Moqi, with features that resembled their parents. She smiled slightly, her tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority: "You are the daughter of the God Yan Moyan, aren't you? Your younger brother, Jiang Moqi, has fallen into a coma due to the backlash, and I have already bound my soul to his. If all goes well, he should awaken in three days. You can take him back to the God's Space to recuperate then."

She paused, then took out a crystal-clear jade pendant from her sleeve and handed it to Yan Moli: "I still need to deal with the lives lost here due to the battle between the main gods. If Jiang Moqi wakes up, you can notify me through this jade pendant."

Yan Moli accepted the jade pendant, feeling the warm power it contained, and her admiration for Jiang Shiliu deepened. She nodded and solemnly said, "I understand, Lotus Goddess. I will take good care of Jiang Moqi."

Jiang Shiliu nodded slightly, her gaze once again fixed on the distance, as if deep in thought. Her figure appeared exceptionally aloof in the dim light, yet it carried an indescribable air of majesty and compassion.