Yan Ning Luo was about to leave the manor and everyone had come out to see her off, the horse carriage already waiting outside the main doors.

"Father, Mother, you must both take good care of your health. I will come back to see you when I have the time." Yan Ning Luo’s voice was gentle as she said.

Han Mo Yan held her hand and her eyes were filled with reluctance and sadness. "Sigh. Although you have always not stayed at home since you were very young, but Mother has always been worried that you are suffering out there."

Yan Ning Luo patted her hand rea.s.suringly. "Why would I be? Master is very good to me, and I am one of the Inner Disciples as well. People just can’t wait to win my favour so how could I possibly be suffering? Moreover....." Her words then paused and her gaze turned to glance at the several figures at the back before the ends of her mouth curled up. "Half a year later, wouldn’t my sisters be coming to the Faint Mist Sect to keep me company already?"

Han Mo Yan’s brows knitted together and sighed an almost imperceptible sigh. [With the kind of talent they have, it was feared that they wouldn’t even make it past the first round that tested one’s level of talent.]

The mother and daughter pair spoke for a while more before Yan Su’s deep voice said: "It’s time to move out. The journey to the Faint Mist Sect is long and arduous and it is better that you reach there before dark."

When it got dark, who knew what kind of dangers it would hide?

Yan Ning Luo nodded her head and turned around to walk down the steps before climbing up into the horse carriage. Just before she left, she opened the carriage’s curtain and bid everyone farewell and then looked towards Qing Yu standing right at the corner, her lips moving soundlessly.

She had said: [I’ll be waiting for you.]

The horse carriage then disappeared in an instant and Qing Yu arched up an eyebrow in indifference. [What did she mean that she’ll be waiting? Was she so sure that she’ll make it past the Faint Mist Sect’s selection trials?]

Up in Cloud Heaven, in the lands up in the north, the Dark Legions headquarters sat.

"The Dark Lord is such a scoundrel, to have gone gallivanting down in the lower realms again and leaving the miserable few of us here to guard the old nest. If he continues to not care and bother with things like this, he will surely get replaced by that despicable cad Zhuge Xiong sooner or later!"

The palace that already had a dark shade to it was made even more sinister and terrifying by the gloomy aura of suppressed rage and restraint.

Upon the highly luxurious and opulent elevated main seat that was a throne carved into the image of a terrifying snake, a man sat grandly, dressed in a royal blue brocade robe, his gaze sharp with a pair of sword like brows and red lips with white teeth, a highly handsome man.

As he vented his frustrated anger, he slapped his hand heavily upon the snake’s head on the arm of the chair and he then seemed to see the head suddenly move like it had come alive. It let out a loud hiss and opened its fanged mouth wide ferociously.

"ARRGGHH~ Oh my mother!"

The man cried out wailing as he scrambled and tumbled off the chair in a crawl, his clothes becoming covered in dust from falling wretchedly to the ground in fright.

"Pffft~"

It was the sound of stifled laughter from a woman. "How is it? That seat isn’t that great to sit in is it?"

The man’s face was still looking rather shocked as he sat on the ground, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the seat up there. [What was that just now? Was that an hallucination? The snake’s head was there still in place like it had no moved!]

He immediately leapt to his feet from the ground and turned to look at the people in the palace hall. "Did I see a ghost? Did any of you see that snake move just now? It even bared its fangs at me wanting to eat me up! !"

In the end, everyone shook their heads without exception.

Mei Ji’s devilishly seductive eyes raised an eyebrow alluringly and she said with a laugh, a hand covering her mouth: "I’ve told you before to not go sit on the Lord’s throne for no reason as that is not a seat any ordinary person can sit on."

The man’s face was furious. "Why is it that when his very person is not around, even his chair is going against me? Why! ! ?"

"Maybe it’s because you are easily bullied." Mei Ji said with a sympathetic look on her face.

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