Outside the doors of Qingjing Hall, the interior glowed warmly; a shadow flickered on the paper blinds of the bamboo windows, appearing faintly.
No need to guess, this person must be Mo Bai.
At the same time, Mo Bai was seated at the bamboo table, hunched over, holding a brush dipped in ink in a peculiar posture, writing intermittently on the cicada-wing-thin rice paper.
Suddenly, the door of Qingjing Hall swung open, breaking the barrier that had been confining the house. Young Mo Bai glanced outside with his bright and clear eyes, the candlelight on the bamboo table gently flickering, as a breeze carrying the elegant scent of white orchid wafted towards him.
Such a familiar scent, Mo Bai knew Shen Yanli must be here!
He craned his neck, eagerly peering outside.
Soon after, a figure in white gracefully approached Mo Bai, the face icy and dignified as always without a hint of difference.
Like a winter ice sculpture, emotionless, so cold it made one's bones tremble.
"What are you doing!" Shen Yanli asked coldly.
"I'm writing the Heart Clarity Spell, Master Chu wanted me to write it when he left, he told me to write it three hundred times, I've been writing a hundred times every day for the past three days, this is my last one!" Mo Bai replied with a bright smile, his eyes sparkling like stars.
"I mean your face." Shen Yanli's cold gaze swept over Mo Bai's face, speaking expressionlessly.
"..." Mo Bai widened his eyes, touched his own face, snapped his fingers with one hand, performed magic, and a small copper mirror appeared in front of him. He took the mirror, looked left and right, then burst into laughter.
Turns out, while transcribing the Heart Clarity Spell, he had accidentally doodled on his face, now covered with smudged black ink.
"Hahahahaha!" Mo Bai looked at himself in the mirror, clutching his belly as he laughed heartily, his laughter clear and infectious. Nearby, Shen Yanli frowned, unable to believe this person would turn into a ruthless Great Demon in eight years!
"Master, do I look like a big tabby cat?" Mo Bai excitedly pointed at his face and asked Shen Yanli.
Shen Yanli angrily reprimanded, "So dirty!" Then she flicked her sleeves and turned away.
"Master, once I finish transcribing this last Heart Clarity Spell, I'll go outside!" Mo Bai shouted.
Shen Yanli recalled the various events before rebirth, remembering what he had done to her at the Moon Gathering Tower, and the humiliating rage surged!
"Punish him to write five hundred more times! Finish within three days before coming out! If not completed, stay another month!"
The Sound Transmission Butterfly flew to Mo Bai's ear, conveying Shen Yanli's words fully, and Mo Bai immediately broke down! He held his head and wept bitterly!
"Master! How can you do this to me! Am I not your favorite disciple?!"
A piercing scream shattered the tranquil night, Shen Yanli's glazed teacup trembled: "..."
What kind of ghost is howling!
That night.
Dense fog unexpectedly surged through the darkness, Shen Yanli opened her eyes, finding herself standing in the thick fog, unable to discern her location.
She stepped forward, trying to escape this predicament, yet after walking long, she was still circling the same spot.
She twirled her fingers to cast a spell, a silver flicker flashed but vanished in front of her.
The spell had no effect whatsoever!
She lowered her gaze in deep thought, suddenly that face she despised appeared before her, facing her directly.
"Where are you running to! Now that you are in my hands, I'll make you unable to live or die!" The Demon Lord Mo Bai emerged, his face twisted, madly roaring at her.
Mo Bai's fingers seemed embedded into her flesh, gripping her jade-like pale arm so hard it turned red.
She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to break free, but he was excessively strong, making her struggles futile.
"Let go of me! Even in death, I will never yield to you!" She fought fiercely but was ultimately trampled into the mud.
Past horrifying memories clung to her like nightmare leeches, sucking her blood, gnawing at her bones!
Shame and pain dragged her into the abyss!
"No!" She awoke from the terrible nightmare, large beads of sweat dangling from her smooth white forehead, rolling onto her white garments.
She stretched out her hands to embrace herself, panting heavily, seeking a shred of warmth, strands of hair damp clinging to her pale cheeks.