The sky was once again filled with its true colors. The same fluffy white clouds that moved relentlessly. The same white and yellow flowers blooming in the grass, swaying in the breeze. And the blue was announcing to the entire earth the arrival of a new, warm spring. The snowfall that had begun some time ago was about to end. The air was becoming slightly warmer as the true peach season was about to arrive. The trees were full of tender leaves, and closed peach buds were visible on the branches as the snow continued to melt from the trees. Birds were busy flying high in the open warm air, as if celebrating the coming season.

  An uplifting music seemed to resonate in the air, filling every heart and soul with enthusiasm. But then, when the door to Mo Yan's room opened, everything was plunged into silence. Everyone froze in their places for a few moments as the disciples saw an unfamiliar figure on the doorstep.

  All faces turned to Yu Sui, and Yu Sui's gaze was fixed on one face: Mo Yan's. As soon as Yu Sui's gaze met Mo Yan's serene face, the extinguished sparks in her eyes began to rekindle, as if someone had lit a lamp in a dark room. And at that very moment, unnoticed, the Su Tao Jue spell seal began to shine even brighter, its brightness comparable to that of a candle, yet everyone's eyes were fixed on Yu Sui. At that very moment, Su Nian rose from his position with lightning speed and, gripping his sword tightly, charged straight towards the figure standing before him. But as Su Nian approached Yu Sui and his eyes caught some details, Su Nian's sharp gaze suddenly softened, as his eyes had seen Yu Sui's flute. Suddenly, all the disciples followed Su Nian, but at that very moment, Su Nian raised his hand to stop them.

  "Stay quiet!"

  Su Nian looked back and said in a heavy voice, causing all the disciples to stop. The silence in the room revived once again. Bao Fang had been standing quietly behind, observing everything. However, because Su Nian had stopped them, Bao Fang couldn't speak even if he wanted to. His curious gaze remained fixed on the mask on Yu's face. Then Su Nian extended both his hands and bowed respectfully, offering a silent but deep bow. Yu Sui, who had remained silent until then, also returned Su Nian's bow with great grace. Then, Su Nian looked into Yu Sui's eyes for a moment, then looked at Mo Yan, slightly lowering his head and eyes. After a moment of silence, Su Nian gestured to his fellow disciples to follow him and walked ahead of him out of the room. However, this thought went over Bao Fang's head as all the disciples left, and Bao Fang also passed by Yu Sui. However, the moment Bao Fang's eyes met Yu Sui's as they walked, he felt a shock. But his steps passed Yu Sui nonetheless.

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  And the room emptied. Outside, Su Nian and Bao Fang stood together, returning to their daily routine of guarding Mo Yan's room.

  But on the other side, just as Duie was about to open the door to his room and step inside, he suddenly stopped, his steps lingering outside the door, as if he didn't want to go in at all. His face fell, his eyes drooping as he saw the silence in the emptiness of his own room. He muttered to himself, "It's the same silence again today."

  He looked at his desk where a beautiful lotus flower lay. But as his eyes recognized the lotus flower, his eyes widened rapidly, a sparkle returned to his eyes, and with it, a smile appeared on his lips. But then the smile slowly faded as there was only the lotus flower and no other presence. His eyes drooped again. With a drooping face, he looked back towards Mo Yan's room, where the sight stunned him. His eyes widened again, and his eyebrows furrowed as he saw some of Mo Yan's disciples standing in the corridor. Just then, Duie took a few steps forward, and his face brightened, a beautiful smile blossoming across his lips as he watched Su Tao speak to Bao Fang outside Mo Yan's chamber. Su Nian was completely preoccupied with expressing his thoughts to Bao Fang, but Duie, who had his entire image before his eyes, saw Su Nian's every movement, big or small, like a delicate poem. Su Nian's speech, his clothing, his sword, his hands, his eyes, his lips everything was nothing short of a beautiful sight to Duie.

  And inside, Yu Sui stood there on the doorstep for a while, still sensing the presence of the disciples standing outside. But he knew the disciples wouldn't leave. Taking a deep breath, Yu Sui stepped inside the chamber and closed the door. This stopped the outside breeze and the disciples' conversations, filling the room with silence. But this peace wasn't just any ordinary peace; it was the result of the practices the two hearts practiced daily. Yu Sui walked a few quiet steps over to Mo Yan, and sat down next to her bed.