It was the third watch of the night.
The night was thick and heavy.
Like ink that refuses to dissolve.
After a moment of tender embrace and warmth.
Bai Feng led his little disciple by the hand, strolling leisurely by the lakeside.
From a distance, the two figures—one large, one small—were cast upon the star-speckled lake, exuding a romantic aura.
"Xing'er, no fooling around."
Bai Feng glanced down at the girl sheltered in his roomy Demon Robe, who was gradually becoming restless, and chided gently:
"In the past few days, in Water Moon City, many experts from the Eight Great Demon Sects and numerous rogue cultivators have gathered here. There are many people and prying eyes. You must be careful in your actions, understand?"
"Oh... Xing'er understands."
Cen Xing'er poked her cute, rosy face out from the Demon Robe: "But... Master has been away for so long, doesn't he miss Xing'er at all?"
"Hmm?"
Bai Feng frowned slightly.
In the next moment, he glanced carefully.
