Zhe He brought Tang Li to his cave mansion.
Along the way, the young maiden was rendered unconscious by him, lying obediently in his embrace.
Upon returning to the cave mansion, Zhe He discovered that the body belonging to “Tang Li,” which had been placed in the bedchamber, had disappeared.
“…So, you will stay here in your own place, forever accompanying your master, alright?” The Immortal Lord’s voice was soft as he whispered to the unaware girl.
Zhe He laid her on the bed, reattached the palace bell to Tang Li’s waist, and held the sleeping girl in his arms, feeling utterly content.
Let it be like this, let them remain here together forever, through eternity, life after life.
No need to think about anything, no need to do anything, as long as they were together.
The Immortal Lord’s eyes were dark and shadowy, tinged with a faint crimson.
Tang Li slept for an entire day before barely waking.
When she finally took in her surroundings, she gasped in surprise.
Wasn’t this… wasn’t this her master’s bedchamber?!
And it looked exactly as it had before the incident.
A censer by the bedside emitted a wisp of fragrant smoke, seemingly the scent of moon scale incense. Tang Li couldn’t help but lean in and take a few deep breaths.
Did it smell slightly different from what she remembered?
The girl glanced around, tilting her head and frowning slightly.
Although this was once the place she knew best, it now felt somewhat peculiar.
This sense of peculiarity, which sent shivers down her spine, reached its peak when she saw Zhe He enter, dressed in plain white mermaid gauze, his hair tied up with a jade crown.
“Master,” Tang Li called out involuntarily, mesmerized, then stammered, “Master, you… are your injuries healed?”
Why were the demonic markings gone, and why had his white hair turned back to ink-black?
Wait, what injuries had her master suffered?
“Master wasn’t injured. Master has been with Mian Mian all along, never leaving.” The beauty, cold and clear as the moon, smiled gently, sat by the bed, and pulled the girl into his embrace, whispering soothingly.
“Are you hungry? Master bought you those mortal pastries you like.”
“Last time, you said you wanted to visit the mortal world. Master will take you there tomorrow.”
“Mian Mian must be good and not sneak away.”
The blue smoke from the censer slowly enveloped the two, casting a hazy, ambiguous cage within the bed curtains.
Trapping the girl within, with no escape.
Tang Li faintly sensed that something was wrong, but as soon as her master spoke, she couldn’t remember anything.
What was she supposed to be doing again?
She forgot.
All she remembered was her master—she needed to find her master.
A trace of confusion crossed the girl’s exquisitely beautiful face, but she was soon coaxed by Zhe He into forgetting everything, happily nestling against him and rubbing affectionately in his embrace.
Unbelievably obedient.
In the system space, Number 78 was furious, cursing loudly and blowing furiously at the incense by the bed, wishing it could douse it with a bucket of water.
This damned man was using lowly tricks like drugged incense and illusions to cloud Little Lychee’s mind!
And now it couldn’t even contact her.
Damn it, the World of Cultivation was too dangerous! It took back what it said about Si Du being dangerous in the last world!
This man was the most dangerous of all!
Number 78 wished it could kick Zhe He in the face and hurriedly reported the situation to headquarters.
Headquarters quickly replied, promising to assist Number 78 in breaking the illusion from the outside.
But it would take time.
During this period, Number 78 could only watch helplessly as Tang Li was possessed and coaxed by Zhe He.
“Master, why is there no one here?”
The young maiden sat on the Flying Rainbow Bridge, gazing at the vast Jade Spring Palace, and asked in confusion.
The man stood by her side, his voice soft and gentle, a beautiful tone carrying endless temptation and allure. “Isn’t it better with just me and Mian Mian?”
“If Master only likes Mian Mian, what about Mian Mian?”
Tang Li blinked, her eyes curving into a smile. “Mian Mian only likes Master too!”
Zhe He contentedly pulled her into his embrace.
78 sneered coldly in the space.
Hmph, you’re not the only one.