Chapter 5: Simply Catching Up on Sleep

"What are you dawdling about? Hurry up and get your things out!" Mo Qitian snorted coldly. He didn't want to go into the house. If Chu Shi hadn't suddenly wanted to visit the famous Tianhu Lake in the Western Regions, he wouldn't have bothered to come and borrow the Water-Dividing Pearl from his apprentice.

"Oh, Master, please wait a moment!" Qing Yi didn't have time to think about it. He turned and ran to the table, picked up the sachet he had just thrown there, took out the water-dividing bead from it, and handed it to his master standing outside the door. Mo Qitian took the water-dividing bead and strode away without even turning his head.

Qing Yi closed the door again, turned around and looked at Ye Qingyu on the bed, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and asked, "Xiao Ye, shall we continue?"

"Will anyone else come?" Ye Qingyu looked at Qing Yi's puffed-up face with amusement. After the interruption of the two uninvited guests, the passion between them had almost dissipated. Especially after Mo Qitian's visit, not only Qing Yi, but even Ye Qingyu herself felt embarrassed.

"I don't know either!" Qing Yi sighed helplessly and said.

"Let's go to sleep. I've been traveling for such a long time and haven't had a good rest." Ye Qingyu's voice was filled with fatigue.

"Well, okay, let's take a nap first and get enough rest. No one should come to disturb us at night." Qing Yi nodded in agreement, then took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and hugged the person he loved intimately. This time, the two of them really just wanted to catch up on some sleep in advance and had no other thoughts.

The two of them slept soundly from the afternoon until the lights went on. It was dark outside the window, and the light inside the house was dim. Moonlight streamed in through the window lattice, bringing brightness to the night.

"Xiao Ye, wake up, it's dark." Qing Yi half-supported his body and gently pushed the person who was still sleeping beside him.

"Hmm..." Ye Qingyu slowly awoke, his consciousness still hazy. He had indeed been deprived of a proper rest for far too long. He had traveled non-stop from Wangcheng in the northwest to Jiangnan, reunited with the Martial Saint and the Demon Lord, and then continued on his way to the Western Regions. Although traveling with the Martial Saint, the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed, his deep concern for Qingyi kept him from relaxing. The journey had left him physically and mentally exhausted.

"Xiao Ye, are you hungry? How about I ask someone to bring food to your room?" Qing Yi looked at Ye Qingyu tenderly and asked softly.

"... Let's go check out the front." Ye Qingyu regained consciousness and sat up straight. They'd been cooped up in their room all afternoon, and it would be impolite not to come out that evening, especially since there were still elders in the sect.

"With Prince Shi accompanying us, my master has no time to care about us." Qing Yi muttered nonchalantly, with a willful tone in his voice.

"Get up!" Ye Qingyu ignored Qing Yi's muttering, reached out and pushed the person leaning on the bed, signaling him to move aside so that he could get out of bed.

"Oh, okay, it's time to eat something." Qing Yi stood up helplessly, walked to the side, picked up the clothes that Ye Qingyu brought and handed them over.

"Hey, Xiaoye, why don't I see Qingqing and Qingfeng coming with you this time?" In the past, when Xiaoye traveled, this guard and maid always stayed by his side.

"I was originally going to the capital, but when I heard the news that the Martial Saint and the Demon Lord had returned, I hurriedly changed my itinerary and went to Jiangnan to find them first. Qingfeng and Qingqing had already gone to the capital in advance." Ye Qingyu explained while changing clothes.

"Oh, what are you going to do in the capital?" Qing Yi asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I'll tell you in detail when I have time."

Seeing this, Qing Yi didn't ask any more questions. After packing up, the two of them headed for the Demon Cult's main hall. The hall was brightly lit. Bei Chen, Ling Feng, Qing Yi's fellow disciples, and the leaders of the various branch temples of the Demon Cult were all there. Everyone was standing or sitting, chatting happily, and the atmosphere was lively.

"Young Prince, you are honored." Beichen, with his sharp eyes, spotted Ye Qingyu and Qingyi walking in and quickly stood up, his expression respectful. Qingyi was his junior brother, so he was used to being casual. However, Ye Qingyu was of noble status, so even though they had a special relationship, proper etiquette was essential.

"Protector Beichen, there's no need to be so polite." Ye Qingyu returned the courtesy, his every move revealing his nobility.

Qing Yi had been living in seclusion in the mountains for the past three years, and had never met anyone in the sect. Now that they had met, they were all particularly cordial, surrounding him and asking about his situation over the past few years.

Of the people present, only a handful, like Beichen, knew of Qing Yi and Ye Qingyu's special relationship. Most people looked at this young prince of Great Chu, with his distinguished temperament and striking appearance, filled with curiosity, secretly speculating about his presence in the Demon Cult and his connection to Qing Yi.

"Qing Yi, you finally came out! What were you doing in the room this afternoon? You were so mysterious and it didn't seem like you were doing anything good!" Ling Feng has always been outspoken. Without thinking, he asked carelessly, and his voice was particularly loud in the hall.

"..." Upon hearing this, Qing Yi glared at Ling Feng, mentally cursing how this brat could be so tactless. He quickly pretended to be calm and laughed, "Ling Feng, how is my senior brother going to punish you this time?"

"Hey, speak a little more quietly!" Ling Feng noticed that Qing Yi had something else to say, and subconsciously glanced at Beichen who was talking to Ye Qingyu. He quickly lowered his voice with a nervous look.

"Hmph! Just keep your mouth shut and don't mention what happened this afternoon, or I'll really complain to my senior brother." Qing Yi moved closer to Ling Feng and threatened in a low voice, his eyes full of warnings.

"Ah, what did I say?" Ling Feng looked bewildered, unable to figure out what he had said wrong. He had only casually asked Qing Yi what he was busy with that afternoon. Hadn't they often shared their daily trivialities like this before?

"Senior Brother, where is Master?" Qing Yi was too lazy to argue with Ling Feng anymore and turned to look at Beichen.

"Master... hasn't returned yet." Beichen hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly. Thinking of Master and the Buddhist Prince out for a stroll, Master and the Martial Saint wandering around, and the fact that the Demon Cult was facing a critical period when the branch leaders were returning to the headmaster, yet all the responsibilities had fallen on his shoulders, Beichen couldn't help but feel helpless. Then he looked at his junior brother Qingyi; it wouldn't be long before he was abducted by the Little Prince of the Northwest.

"Oh, so that's it. Then you go ahead and be busy, senior brother. This is Xiao Ye's first time in the Western Regions, I'll take him out for a walk." When Qing Yi heard that his master was not there, he no longer felt restrained and felt relaxed all over.