Under the hazy moonlight, in a quiet courtyard, a lone man and woman secretly meet late at night.

"Has Senior Brother gone to the sect yet?"

"Hmm?" Murong Yan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with puzzlement in his eyes.

"During the daytime, the entire Demon Realm attacked the sect, and the two patriarchs were ambushed by True Monarch Fengyi..."

"And you?"

Before Qin Wan could finish speaking, Murong Yan interrupted her.

His gaze was fixed on her, and after looking her up and down to make sure she wasn't injured, his slightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Where is Feng Yi?" Murong Yan asked.

"The Demon Princess was completely devoted to him, and for his sake, she did not hesitate to launch an attack on the Tianyuan Sect by the entire Demon Realm. In order to satisfy her infatuation, I used the Spirit Binding Rope to bind Feng Yi and handed him over to the Demon Princess Mo You."

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan paused almost imperceptibly, his gaze lingering on Qin Wan for a fleeting second.

After regaining his senses, Murong Yan chuckled, gently tapping Qin Wan's delicate nose with his folding fan, his tone full of affection.

"You."

"Senior brother..."

"Um?"

"During the daytime, I actually..."

Qin Wan bit her lower lip lightly, a hint of unease in her eyes.

She looked at Murong Yan deeply, and under his questioning gaze, she suddenly threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest, her slender body trembling slightly.

Her muffled voice came from his arms...

"During the day, seeing the sect in chaos and facing the fanaticism and madness of True Monarch Fengyi, I missed my senior brother terribly..."

“I was thinking, if my senior brother were here, those people would definitely not be a match for you.”

"If my senior brother were here, the two elders would certainly not have been injured."

"If my senior brother is here, I won't be afraid..."

"...I'm afraid I'll never see my senior brother again."

Upon hearing Qin Wan's soft murmur, Murong Yan's heart trembled, and a sense of guilt washed over him.

He tightened his grip on Qin Wan, rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, and spoke in a voice full of apology.

"sorry."

Qin Wan gently shook her head, "Senior brother is right, it's not his fault, it's mine..."

At this point, Qin Wan suddenly stopped.

In that instant, Murong Yan could clearly feel her arms around his waist tighten suddenly.

"It's me... I miss my senior brother."

Qin Wan mustered up her courage to say those words, but even so, when she said the last few words, her voice was very, very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But Murong Yan was a cultivator, so his hearing was naturally different from that of ordinary people.

Hearing Qin Wan express her longing for him, Murong Yan's heart trembled, and a sweet feeling of happiness rose from the bottom of his heart.

[Murong Yan's favorability increased by 1, current favorability is 99.]

Qin Wan: "..." It's still just one step away from the finish line.

Thinking of this, Qin Wan carefully lifted her head from Murong Yan's arms and looked at him nervously.

"Senior brother..."

"Um?"

"Have you...have you missed me?"

When she said the last two words, Qin Wan's voice was barely audible, her eyes darted around in a panic, and her face was flushed.

Under Qin Wan's anxious gaze, Murong Yan smiled and lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his thin lips slightly curved.

"My junior sister has always been in my mind; she has never left."

Their eyes met, and his voice was deep, husky, and alluring, his eyes gleaming with a seductive light.

Seeing her image filling his dark pupils, and the undisguised doting tenderness in his eyes, Qin Wan... almost unconsciously tiptoed and gently kissed his thin lips.

Their eyes met...

Their lips met...

In that instant, Qin Wan clearly saw Murong Yan's gaze pause for a moment.

After regaining his senses, his gaze gradually warmed and became intense.

He took the initiative, gripping her waist tightly and pulling her deep into his arms.

His aura was strong and domineering, and his tall figure gradually pressed down on her...

Qin Wan instinctively leaned back, trying to avoid his burning kiss.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped back, he immediately closed in.

Finally, with nowhere left to retreat, her back pressed against the tree trunk, and in front of her stood the domineering and powerful man...

Moonlight filtered through the lush foliage, scattering softly upon them and adding a touch of tenderness to the romantic and ambiguous atmosphere.

As the kiss deepened, Murong Yan's heartbeat gradually became out of control...

[Murong Yan's favorability increased by 1, current favorability is 100. Congratulations, host, on completing the mission.]

After getting the result she wanted, Qin Wan's lips curled slightly, her face still showing a shy expression, but her actions gradually became bolder.

She stopped avoiding him and began to awkwardly, unnaturally, and clumsily respond to Murong Yan's kiss...

Murong Yan: "!!!"

Upon noticing Qin Wan's response, Murong Yan's breath hitched, and he tightened his grip on Qin Wan, his gaze becoming increasingly intense.

It was a long and agonizing kiss...

After the kiss ended, Qin Wan, panting heavily, collapsed weakly into Murong Yan's arms.

"Senior brother..." Her voice was full of dependence and deep affection.

"Hmm?" Murong Yan gently stroked her hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Senior brother..."

"good."

After noticing her dependence, Murong Yan carried her to the cliff edge at the top of Wuwang Peak.

The evening mountain breeze gently brushed past them, lifting the hems of their pure white robes, creating a dreamlike scene.

She lay languidly in his arms, her upper body resting on his lap, with a sheer cliff right beside her... If she turned over, she would inevitably fall.

"Senior brother, the Ascension Ladder is repaired..." Qin Wan murmured softly.

Murong Yan held her hand, patiently playing with her small hand, but his movements suddenly stopped because of her words.

"With Senior Brother's talent for cultivation, he should be able to ascend to immortality within a hundred years..."

Murong Yan held her hand, his large hand forcefully interlocking with her fingers, their fingers intertwined tightly.

"I won't abandon you," Murong Yan reassured her.

"I believe in my senior brother, but... there are times when he has no choice in the matter."

Murong Yan pursed his thin lips and fell silent.

In the cultivation world, Qin Wan's talent is one in a million, but there is still a gap between her and him.

He was the son of an immortal, inheriting his parents' immortal bones from birth, and his cultivation speed was incredibly fast.

This is why even Feng Yi, the chosen one blessed by Heaven, cannot compare to him.

He possesses divine bones; he was born no ordinary person.

Their cultivation speed is naturally unmatched by ordinary people.

Just as Murong Yan frowned slightly, lost in thought, Qin Wan suddenly spoke again...

"Senior brother..."

She looked at him with trepidation, her eyes filled with hesitation and uncertainty.

“Speak, there’s no need for such caution between us,” Murong Yan said.

Qin Wan hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and mustered her courage to ask, "Senior brother, would you be willing to become my Daoist partner?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Yan was momentarily stunned, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"Silly girl."

"That's what I should be asking you."

"Junior sister, would you be willing to become my Daoist partner?" Murong Yan asked gently, his gaze fixed on her.

Qin Wan's cheeks flushed, and she nodded gently with a shy look in her eyes.