Yun Qishen

Mo Ding waved his ghostly power to disperse the surrounding white smoke, but no matter how he tried, the white smoke showed no sign of dissipating.

The damp white smoke, like long, cold snakes, kept coiling around Mo Ding. The more Mo Ding tried to dispel it, the denser it became.

"Damn this illusion! Is it really necessary for Mo Langqin to use such tricks?!" He roared at the white smoke, then turned to explore into the smoke.

Just then, a burly figure broke through the white smoke and appeared from behind Mo Ding.

"Mo Ding!"

It is Mohe.

"Master?" Mo Ding was surprised to see Mo He when he turned around, but at the same time he became suspicious of him, so he asked warily, "When did you wake up?"

Mo He was no longer as pale as he had been in the hospital bed; he seemed to have returned to how he looked before he fell ill. This made Mo Ding increasingly suspicious.

Mo He approached Mo Ding and, as always, spoke with an air of arrogance, "How are things going with what I instructed you to do?"

Mo Ding stared at Mo He for a moment, until Mo He snorted in dissatisfaction, then he knelt on one knee and bowed, "Master, please forgive me, it was my dereliction of duty!"

"Where is Mo Ning?" Mo He asked, his hands behind his back, not even glancing at Mo Ding.

Mo Ding subconsciously lowered his head and spoke, "You got lost in this white smoke, didn't you... Master, are you really alright? Or..."

Mo Ding still doubted the identity of the person before him, Mo He, believing it to be most likely an illusion created by that brat Mo Langqin. What Mo Ding couldn't understand was that even though he knew the person before him was a fake Mo He, he couldn't directly resist.

"Or what?" Mo He raised his foot and kicked Mo Ding in the left shoulder. "You little brat, are you doubting me?"

Mo Ding quickly readjusted his bowing posture and hurriedly explained, "After all, Master, your injuries were so severe that you couldn't have recovered without Mo Langqin's ghostly power, so this disciple..."

"You're so stubborn, how can you be so stupid!" Mo He kicked Mo Ding again.

"This disciple dares not!" Mo Ding was kicked to the ground and had no choice but to get into a bowing posture again.

The pain was real, and there was no strange ghostly power on Mo He in front of him.

Could it be that I really made a mistake? Has Master really recovered?

Mo Ding began to doubt his own judgment, but he still couldn't let go of his suspicions about Mo Langqin.

"Mo Ding, why are you still stuck in the memories of a few days ago?"

Mo He's sarcastic words came from above Mo Ding's head, startling Mo Ding so much that he immediately opened his eyes wide and looked up to meet Mo He's stern gaze. "Memories from a few days ago? What does Master mean by this?"

Mo He walked to Mo Ding's side and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Mo Langqin has been captured and brought back, and his ghostly power has been absorbed by me. On the contrary, you are out of your mind. Have you been blinded by the power of that ghostly beast?"

"Disciple...how could this be..."

Mo Ding was somewhat confused. The tactile sensations here were real, and he couldn't discern whether the person in front of him, Mo He, was real or not. Could it be that his memory was distorted and he was delirious?

"Am I lying? You've been acting stupid these past few days, and even Mo Ning looks like a dazed fool, even calling me 'Mother'! Hmph, what kind of magic did you suffer when you captured Mo Langqin? A mere little ghost beast has made you so incompetent!"

"This disciple doesn't know exactly what happened to me at the time, I only remember seeing a thick white fog. Then Master, you appeared, and then..." Mo Ding realized that he was now on the path of constantly explaining. He also knew in his heart that he couldn't explain any of this.

"I've had enough! Every time you wake up, you're like this. Shut up!" Mo He roared in annoyance, then turned around. "Go away. Don't stand here. If you want to keep kneeling, then keep kneeling!"

Mo Ding stood up and patted the dirt off his knees. He followed in Mo He's footsteps and walked forward, but after only a few steps, he heard a voice coming from above.

【Mo Ding!!!】

It was Mourning's voice.

"What's wrong?" Mo He turned his head slightly to look at Mo Ding.

Mo Ding clasped his hands in a fist salute, "Reporting to Master, this disciple heard Mo Ning's voice. He may be returning..."

Mo He snorted, "Mo Ding, I clearly locked Mo Ning in the secret room of the ancestral hall. How could there be his voice here? Don't let that power affect your mind."

"Yes……"

Mo Ding pursed his lips and stopped talking. He was about to continue moving forward when he found that he could not move.

[Mo Ding! You bastard! Wake up!!!] Mo Ning's voice grew louder, but it seemed only Mo Ding could hear it.

"But Master..."

Mo He interrupted Mo Ding, "Mo Ding, since you won't even listen to your master, then don't come along."

The moment he finished speaking, Mo He was gone, his figure disappearing once again into the white smoke.

"Master! No!" Mo Ding panicked. He couldn't be abandoned again, especially not by Mo He. "Master!"

No matter how Mo Ding called out or roared, Mo He did not reappear. In the end, he roared until he was exhausted and fainted.

When Mo Ding opened his eyes, it was already dawn, and the surrounding white smoke had completely dissipated.

"Mo Ding! You're finally awake." Mo Ning sat cross-legged beside Mo Ding, watching over him. "We were trapped in an illusion, and Mo Langqin took the opportunity to escape!"

"What are you waiting for? Chase after him!" Mo Ding got up to give chase, but suddenly his head spun, followed by a sharp pain. "Damn my head! How dare he play tricks on me like this! I won't let him get away with this!"

Mo Ning helped Mo Ding sit down again. "You saw Master in the illusion? You kept calling for Master throughout the rest of the night."

Mo Ding nodded. He wasn't shy about telling Mo Ning directly, and at the same time, he asked in surprise, "Mo Ning, how come you woke up so quickly?"

Mo Ning crossed her arms over her chest. "Because that guy turned into an illusion of my mother. It's a pity I've never seen what my mother looks like. And the face I know so well... ha, I know for sure that it's my imagination of my mother's face. So I can tell at a glance that it's a fake illusion. We don't have any relatives."

Mo Ding closed his eyes to recuperate and regulate the ghostly power within his body. "Yes, we don't have any relatives. We only have our master. Someone like Mo Langqin, who has been pampered by his mother since childhood, would never understand."

Mo Ning looked up at the gradually brightening sky with displeasure and clicked his tongue. "If he wants to escape so badly, let him escape. But where can he escape to? He'll come back sooner or later anyway. People of the Mo family, once born, are destined to stay within the Mo family." (End of Chapter)