“How is your junior sister’s reading coming along?” Although the Purple Melody Sage hadn’t yet satisfied his craving for chess, he didn’t insist on continuing the game with Yun Ye.
When the topic shifted to Yun Qingxue’s reading progress, Mo Changxing shot the Purple Melody Sage a dissatisfied glance before smiling and bowing respectfully. “I beg Master to put more effort into teaching my junior sister!”
This brat!
The Purple Melody Sage cursed inwardly. This little rascal was clearly complaining in front of Yun Ye, implying that he wasn’t diligent in teaching his disciple!
“You punk! Which eye of yours saw me not teaching her properly?” The Purple Melody Sage glared at Mo Changxing.
Mo Changxing smiled calmly. “Yesterday, when I brought my junior sister back, Master’s attire was certainly… unforgettable.”
The Purple Melody Sage’s old face flushed red—this was no time to dredge up the past! He quickly tried to save face, adopting a profound tone.
“This master had his reasons for doing so!”
Yun Ye, watching the back-and-forth between the master and disciple, suddenly interjected, “Xing’er, what exactly was your master wearing when he met your junior sister yesterday?”
“Father.” Mo Changxing bowed to Yun Ye and was about to answer when Yun Ye raised a hand. “Don’t say it yet. Let me guess.”
Mo Changxing swallowed his words, but a fox-like glint flickered deep in his dark eyes.
Yun Ye turned his gaze to the Purple Melody Sage, his deep, obsidian eyes scrutinizing the man’s current dignified and saintly appearance several times before speaking. “Don’t tell me you were out streaking yesterday, and when you rushed back to meet your disciple, you just threw on a sack?”
The Purple Melody Sage choked on his breath, his expression darkening as he glared at Yun Ye. “Who was streaking?! Who was streaking?! You—a man of status and dignity—how can you speak so crudely?! How can you be so reckless with your words?! No, that’s not the point! The point is, how can your mind be so filthy?! Truly…”
His chest heaved violently, clearly enraged by Yun Ye’s “streaking” remark.
He should have known—this father and son were both rotten to the core! Their hearts were filled with black ink, staining their very souls!
Mo Changxing’s lips twitched imperceptibly. He raised an eyebrow at Yun Ye, feigning admiration. “Father truly has foresight.”
Foresight, my foot!
The Purple Melody Sage was on the verge of exploding. Never had there been such a treacherous disciple in the world!
Yun Ye, too, wore an expression of mock surprise, his deep voice resonating like a cello as he said with perfect seriousness, “I actually guessed right.”
Right your head!
The Purple Melody Sage shot a venomous glare at the scheming Yun Ye and Mo Changxing.
Mo Changxing silently took a step closer to Yun Ye. If his master and father were to fight, he would stand firmly by his father’s side. As the saying goes: brothers in arms, father and son in battle! Loyalty and filial piety could not coexist—and filial piety came first.
In summary, when master and father clashed, helping father beat up master was the only righteous choice…
What a traitorous disciple!
The Purple Melody Sage instantly saw through Mo Changxing’s intentions, feeling his heart grow cold with despair.
But he quickly devised a plan. If this disciple was unreliable, he’d have to win over his newly accepted disciple, Qingxue, to his side! Then… heh heh heh.
“Greetings, Your Majesty! Greetings, Young Master!”
While the three were bantering, Yue Jian hurried over, landing before them and bowing respectfully, though his face bore a trace of urgency.
Yun Ye and Mo Changxing immediately dropped their playful demeanor.
“What’s wrong?” Mo Changxing frowned.
“Your Majesty, Young Master, the clan has just sent word—Lady Sisi is missing!” Yue Jian reported anxiously.
“Nonsense!” A faint trace of anger flickered across Yun Ye’s composed face, his voice turning dangerously low.
Even the Purple Melody Sage’s expression changed. He turned to Yue Jian. “Have you sent people to search?”
Yue Jian, aware of the Purple Melody Sage’s status, dared not delay. “The Wraiths have already dispatched searchers, but they couldn’t find her. That’s why they rushed to send word.”
“Useless!” Yun Ye’s face darkened further.
“Father, the priority now is to find her,” Mo Changxing said, his expression equally grim. That woman, Yun Sisi, was nothing but trouble—incapable of success but always causing disasters!
“Order everyone to spare no effort in finding her! Under no circumstances must Lady Sisi fall into the hands of the Flora Clan! And she must be brought back before that man discovers her!” Yun Ye commanded sharply.
“Yes!” Yue Jian quickly acknowledged but hesitated before leaving. Bowing his head, he ventured, “This subordinate dares to make a conjecture.”
As a trusted aide privy to the highest secrets of the demon race, he knew well that Lady Sisi must never be exposed—or endless trouble would follow.
“Speak!” Yun Ye’s voice was icy.
Yue Jian glanced at Mo Changxing before replying respectfully, “Lady Sisi’s infatuation with the Young Master is common knowledge in the demon realm. This time, the Young Master has been away for so long without returning, and Lady Sisi has caused chaos throughout the clan. Yet, you never ordered the Young Master’s recall. So…”
He took a deep breath. “This subordinate dares to guess that Lady Sisi left the demon realm… to search for the Young Master!”
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