The night was enchanting, peaceful and serene. If it weren't for the six pairs of eyes staring intently at him, Haotian thought he would be in a pretty good mood tonight.

Yes, four little girls hugging pillows and blankets, a dragon, and a person who has lost their memory.

Haotian's eyes, which seemed like an abyss yet also contained a sky full of stars, revealed a helpless expression.

My thoughts are racing.

"Hanqin, take Chu Xinqiao back. It's late, you should rest."

Diefang and the other three also went into Haotian's room, leaving only the helpless Haotian, the grief-stricken Hanqin, and the clueless Chuxinqiao in the courtyard.

Finally, after Hanqin sighed, she left with Chu Xinqiao.

Tonight... Haotian plans to do something to find out if Diefang and the others truly harbor the heart of a rebellious disciple.

If he really is a traitor, then things will be much simpler from now on.

If it weren't for her rebellious disciple... she would have a lot of troubles in the future.

When someone you love suddenly disappears, the hatred you harbor for the world or for that person is enough to drive them step by step to find the most extreme power in the world.

Looking at the night sky, he finally shook his head, turned around, and went to his room...

The bright moon stretched her shadow very long, as if it were trying desperately to hold her back.

As the door opened and closed, the world fell silent once more, and she was no longer in the courtyard.

Haotian looked at Diefang and the others, who were already lying obediently in bed, ready to sleep, with a complicated expression.

The four of them were very considerate and left her a space in the very middle.

Sitting by the bed, I reflected on recent experiences.

They want hugs, companionship, to sleep in each other's arms at night, to be fed, to have their lips kissed, and to see their own reflection in the golden book within their consciousness.

They seem incredibly happy and content now, but Haotian knows that if the Golden Book is filled with her image, whether out of gratitude, attachment, or love, she will eventually leave them, and then they will... be in a terrible state.

Enter the Way through oneself, and the Way through humanity.

They slowly began to move towards the second path, which is wrong, and by the same token, it is also unacceptable.

Haotian came from the foot of the bed to the middle of Diefang and Wenxin.

After lying down on the bed, Haotian did not fall asleep. Instead, he lay on his side and quietly looked at Diefang's profile.

At such a young age, she was already strikingly beautiful. Her long, flowing purple hair cascaded down her petite frame like a waterfall, gently brushing against her fair skin with a silky smoothness. Her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes cast soft shadows on her cheeks, like the wings of an angel.

Her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were slightly parted, revealing a touch of innocence. Her skin was as white as mutton fat jade, flawless, and adorably fair and tender.

Haotian slowly curled a strand of her purple hair around his body, occasionally gently poking her fair cheek with his finger.

Diefang's breathing began to become uneven; clearly, she was not asleep.

Haotian thought of some interesting things that happened when he was very, very young.

He released Diefang's purple hair, reached out to grasp her arm, and slowly pulled her up.

"Yeah, I heard that if a sleeping person's arm is pulled up, it won't fall down."

After Haotian let go, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Because Diefang's little arm really didn't fall, Diefang was still pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed.

They were so adorable that Haotian couldn't help but secretly record this moment with his supernatural powers, so that he could take it out and look at it in the future if he missed them.

The more Diefang pretended to be asleep, the more she thought about it. She frowned and finally realized what was wrong when Haotian couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

She immediately lowered her arm and opened her eyes, staring at her stunningly beautiful white-haired master.

"Master is bad! Master is bad!"

Wenxin wasn't asleep either, and couldn't help but slightly open her eyes as she looked in Diefang's direction...

What came into view was Haotian's pair of very beautiful eyes, like black gemstones, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, and a smile appearing on his exquisite face.

"So Wenxin wasn't asleep either."

After realizing what had happened, Wenxin lowered her head in shame.

As they spoke, a familiar yet unfamiliar fragrance made Xinyu and Xiaofangying's eyelids heavy, and they began to feel sleepy.

Before long, the two of them fell asleep. Haotian secretly set up a barrier using a technique that Diefang and Wenxin couldn't sense, so as not to disturb Xinyu and Xiaofangying's sleep.

After quietly completing all of this, Haotian breathed a sigh of relief.

He then sat up slightly and leaned against the headboard.

With his left hand, he slowly pulled Wenxin up, and with his right hand, he slowly pulled Diefang up as well.

The two of them were pulled up in a daze...

The next moment, he pulled the two little ones close to his chest.

Diefang and Wenxin lay in Haotian's arms.

Feeling the fragrance and warmth, Diefang and Wenxin were stunned.

Why is Master being so proactive today? But, but Master's embrace feels so comfortable.

Diefang couldn't help but wriggle a few times in Haotian's arms, finding a more comfortable position, her face full of smiles.

Haotian simply responded with a smile.

Logically speaking, they are not young anymore, because when she was that young, she no longer had the desire to lie in the arms of her relatives.

Well then... just ask directly.

Haotian placed his hands on their heads and gently stroked them: "Diefang, Wenxin, do you like your teacher?"

Diefang and Wenxin froze instantly.

Diefang looked up at Haotian with a blush on her face, as did Wenxin.

As they gazed at that perfect face, every smile and gesture captivating and mesmerizing, their hearts raced uncontrollably, and their faces instantly flushed crimson.

"like……"

Diefang stammered, but quickly explained in a flustered manner, "Um... it's respectful love, it's... it's affection like that of family."

Haotian looked at the flustered Diefang, a smile playing on his lips as he gently flicked her nose.

Then she turned her gaze to Wenxin.

Wenxin nestled in her arms like a cat basking in the sun.

"I also like Master, but..."

Wenxin's heart was also racing, but her gaze became increasingly determined.

Her sword disagreed with her lying to herself. Liking was liking, and love was love. Wenxin wanted to be with her master forever. Although her master hated rebellious disciples and was unyielding, she believed that her life was given to her by her master, and she considered herself to have long belonged to him.

"My affection is not the same as respect or love as family. It's a kind of affection that makes me want to always be with you, follow you, be in your eyes, and be in your arms. It's an affection that makes me not want to be separated from you."

Wenxin was certain that this was what she felt—a liking, though she didn't know if it could be called love…