Following Firefly's departure—
Muyun City welcomed several uninvited guests.
The plane had just taken off.
Two men and one woman slowly walked out of the airport together.
The woman wore standard professional attire—a white shirt paired with a black pencil skirt—simple, yet capable.
Of the two men—
One was a young man dressed casually, with a hint of detachment in his eyes.
The other was middle-aged, also in casual clothes, but his calm and steady temperament gave off an almost transcendent composure.
The moment the younger man stepped out—
His lips curled slightly, revealing open disdain.
"Hmph, small places are such a hassle; they can't even handle minor issues."
"Young Master, please remain cautious. If it were truly that simple, you wouldn't have been sent here."
The young man clearly enjoyed the woman's tone—
But his reply carried no courtesy at all.
"Tch, it's just a mere Ability User. Who are you to remind me? If the celestial phenomenon in Muyun City hadn't caught my interest, I wouldn't have come here at all."
The woman didn't get angry.
Instead, a faint, mocking smile appeared on her lips.
"Is that so? But if I recall correctly, the Young Master himself is also an Ability User?"
"You—!"
His anger flared—
Yet it led nowhere.
The woman only shrugged lightly, maintaining her composed, professional demeanor.
Seeing this—
A surge of frustration rose within him.
His fists clenched instinctively—
Then loosened again.
No matter how arrogant he was, their public roles prevented him from acting against her.
In the end—
He could only swallow his anger.
Right now—
He simply wanted to resolve the situation in Muyun City as quickly as possible.
At that moment—
The middle-aged man beside him suddenly stepped forward, lowering his voice.
"Young Master, have you noticed? Something feels off about this place."
The young man was about to respond—
When he suddenly froze.
As if struck by lightning.
He had sensed it—
A faint, nearly imperceptible fluctuation in the air.
His previously furrowed brows smoothed out instantly.
Joy surged within him, washing away all dissatisfaction.
Because—
He could feel it.
His cultivation…
Was increasing.
This…?!
Could Muyun City be hiding some kind of secret?
His name—
Was Wang Jingchen.
Currently at the Middle Stage of Bright Strength.
The moment he arrived—
He realized something shocking.
The environment here—
Was no worse than those legendary cultivation grounds.
The air carried a gentle, spiritual energy, wrapping softly around his body.
Perfect—
For martial artists like him.
This discovery ignited excitement deep within his heart.
A burning desire to uncover the truth of Muyun City.
"It seems… this trip won't be without its rewards after all."
Beside him—
The woman frowned slightly.
She wasn't a martial artist.
She couldn't sense what they did.
But—
She quietly took note of their reactions.
And immediately understood—
Muyun City was far from simple.
…
Meanwhile—
Inside the Muyun City Ability Bureau—
Mo Xin's eyes were tightly shut.
Her lips were pale from being bitten, her flushed face filled with tension and grievance.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Sweat rolled down her cheeks.
"Ugh…"
"Mo Xin, stop moving around. Keep your hands steady, no fidgeting."
"Oh…"
"I can't take it anymore! Yunli, please have mercy on me! It hasn't even been five minutes since we started."
"But I'm really tired! Let me rest for a bit first!"
"No. Don't move. Grit your teeth and endure it—no crying."
"Ah! Yunli, be gentler… waaah… I'll stay still, okay…"
…
Yunli's gaze remained fixed on her—
Sharp and unyielding.
Time stretched endlessly.
Every second felt scorching.
Finally—
She gave a small nod.
"Alright, you can put it down."
"Yay! That's great!"
The moment she heard that—
Mo Xin dropped the dumbbell with a loud thud.
She collapsed onto the ground without hesitation, her limbs trembling uncontrollably.
Sweat pooled beneath her.
The cool floor pressed against her back—
Bringing a brief moment of relief.
Seeing this—
Yunli pressed a hand to her forehead.
"Seriously? You barely even warmed up, and you're acting like you're dying. If my grandfather were here, he'd be pulling your ears already."
Even so—
She still handed over a glass of warm water and a clean towel.
Mo Xin didn't hesitate.
She quickly got up, grabbed the glass, and drank it in large gulps.
After wiping her lips carelessly—
She couldn't help but complain.
"Hmph, how could I possibly compare to you!"
"What do you mean by that? I may be a rare genius, but I also work very hard, okay?"
"Ah, ah, ah! Don't mess around—it's my fault! Master Yunli, please don't get excited!"
Seeing Yunli puff her cheeks slightly, as if about to "explode"—
Mo Xin panicked and immediately raised her hands in surrender.
Yunli snorted lightly, shot her a glance—
Then turned and walked toward an open space to begin her own warm-up.
She wasn't actually angry.
She had only been teasing her.
Mo Xin cautiously watched her leave—
Only letting out a breath of relief once she was sure she was safe.
But just as she relaxed—
Yunli's voice drifted back lazily.
"Training requires a balance between tension and rest. So—continue after a thirty-minute break."
Mo Xin (┯_┯): "Understood, Master Yun Li…"
…
Even now—
Mo Xin didn't know the true limits of her Space Ability.
But in her determination to grow stronger—
She had chosen Yunli as her master.
Although Yunli had initially shown disdain—
After some negotiation—
"I'll cover all of Master's candied hawthorn from now on"—
She had reluctantly accepted her.
…
Back to the present—
No matter how much she regretted it—
Mo Xin could only endure.
She silently swore—
To cherish every second of her break.
Seeing her Disciple's indignant expression—
Yunli couldn't help but chuckle.
"Mo Xin, the way you look right now reminds me of your Eldest Senior Sister. In some ways, the two of you are quite similar."
Hearing this—
Mo Xin's eyes lit up instantly.
When she had first become a Disciple—
She had heard about this mysterious Eldest Senior Sister.
But had never met her.
Now—
To be compared to her—
Filled her with excitement.
"Really?! In what way? Is it because we're both extremely talented?"
Yunli's lips curved slightly.
Her gaze swept over Mo Xin with amusement.
"In a way… you and March 7th are indeed quite similar. Both of you are dazed, silly, and adorably foolish—always coming up with strange ideas."
Yunli: (ಡωಡ)
Mo Xin: =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪ ‧̣̥̇)