Mo Si Huang held the herbs and vanished into the darkness. He stood amidst the shadows and retrieved an exquisitely crafted lighter from his left pocket.
"Emperor Mo, last time you gave me your lighter, so I’m giving you this one as a replacement." Mu Qingmei’s laughter suddenly echoed in his mind.
This was given by Mu Qingmei.
Mo Si Huang’s fingertip gently pressed the button on the lighter. In the silent night sky, a soft click whispered, and a tiny flame flickered, fragile in the autumn breeze.
Mo Si Huang remained silent for a long time, watching the autumn wind extinguish the tiny flame. His fingertip pressed again, sparking the lighter anew, repeating this cycle tirelessly.
After more than twenty attempts, Mo Si Huang placed the tightly clenched herbs from his left hand onto the small flame of the lighter. In his obsidian-like eyes, the scene of ignition reflected.
The dry herbs, devoid of moisture, quickly caught fire beneath the flame, releasing a faint bitterness into the air.
Mo Si Huang watched as the flame danced, consuming the herbs with visible speed, turning them into black ash that fell gradually to the ground, some landing on his pants.
Finally, they were entirely burned.
Mo Si Huang’s lips pressed tightly together, masking his indescribable inner feelings.
"Older Brother? What are you doing here?" A girl’s laughter suddenly came from behind.
Mo Si Huang turned to look, gripping the lighter, at the boyish youth, dressed in a white Heavenly Master’s robe, smiling at him.
It was Ji Xuewei.
Mo Si Huang’s expression betrayed no panic, his tone calm as he said, "Couldn’t sleep, came out for a smoke."
Ji Xuewei’s nose twitched slightly, indeed sensing a subtle burnt smell in the air.
It did seem like something was burned.
Yet... she vaguely felt it wasn’t the scent of burning cigarette; it felt more like...
Ji Xuewei laughed, "Older Brother, when did you switch from smoking cigarettes to leaf tobacco?"
Mo Si Huang: "Smoking too much isn’t good. I won’t smoke anymore."
Mo Si Huang was always aloof; his junior disciples were well aware of his temperament, so Ji Xuewei didn’t mind.
Ji Xuewei gently brushed the wide, white sleeves, pulling Mo Si Huang towards the courtyard’s corridor and casually sat down.
Ji Xuewei’s legs dangled and gently swung, her eyes filled with anxiety at the bright moon above. Worriedly, she said, "Older Brother, I’ve predicted for Junior Sister Su Li. She was destined for a major catastrophe, yet it has come early. There’s been a variable I can’t decipher."
Mo Si Huang’s long legs elegantly crossed, even sitting casually, exuding unmatched charm.
Mo Si Huang’s expression remained unchanged. He asked in return, "Did you calculate what form her major catastrophe will take?"
Ji Xuewei glanced backward at the main hall to ensure Master Mo Yu was resting. She lowered her voice to a whisper, like a mosquito’s buzz, "A deadlock."
Mo Si Huang’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly. Suddenly, he stood and headed towards his bedroom, "I’m going to rest."
Ji Xuewei watched Mo Si Huang’s departing figure, leaning against a wooden pillar, gazing at the bright moon, and sighed heavily. Perhaps, even the Older Brother was worried sick about Junior Sister by now?
Ji Xuewei toyed with the Copper Coin in her hand, tossing it skyward, then catching it steadily.
After several times back and forth, she gradually spotted a shadow by the courtyard entrance and laughed, "Second Brother? You’ve come back too?"
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