The fox-eyed Yin-Yang master looked at the silently weeping Lihua and smiled gently:

"Rika, long time no see—!"

"S-Sir—!"

Lihua was like a beautiful butterfly. She spread out her wide kimono sleeves and threw herself into the Onmyoji's arms, sobbing.

The beauty was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, looking pitiful, but the Yin-Yang Master still had that indifferent and ethereal smile on his face, without even a comforting pat. He seemed gentle and affectionate, but in fact he was the most cold and heartless.

Lihua cried for a long time, finally took a step back and raised her face from the Yin Yang Master's arms, looked at his handsome face greedily, and said:

"Sir, is Lihua dreaming? Is this really you?"

The Yin-Yang master used the bat fan in his hand to stroke his chest, and the places wet by the beauty's tears became dry and clean again.

"If it's not me, then who is it? Could someone dare to impersonate me? Lihua, after hundreds of years, you still like to ask such stupid questions. You are such a blockhead!"

Lihua was ridiculed, but she was not angry. Instead, she looked shy like a young girl who had just fallen in love, and lowered her head with a red face.

"Yes, sir, that's how you scolded me before... I'm so happy to see you again and hear you call me 'Lihua'..."

The Yin-Yang Master ignored Lihua's amorous feelings, turned around and looked at Qingshan who was standing at attention, smiled and nodded at her, and blinked when he turned back, as if to comfort Qingshan and tell her not to be afraid, but those fox eyes were so charming that Qingshan shivered.

"Who are you?"

When Wang Jue saw the white-robed Yin-Yang Master looking at him, he immediately knelt on the ground, performed a Japanese-style kneeling ceremony, and shouted:

"The 31st generation headmaster of the Jiuju sect, Abe Kakuichi, greets His Excellency—!"

The Yin-Yang Master looked at Wang Jueyi, who was prostrating himself, and sneered:

"I was wondering how Muramasa ended up in your hands. It turns out the current generation's headmaster isn't from the Tsuchimikado family!"

"My Lord, the Tsuchimikado clan has been declining since the Showa era, and there are only a few qualified to learn the art. Since the death of Tsuchimikado Dosuke-sama, there has been no Tsuchimikado clan member capable of practicing Yin-Yang magic. Therefore, for the future of the Jiujiu sect, Dosuke-sama, despite the prejudice against family background, passed the position of headmaster to me—!"

The Yin-Yang Master played with the bat fan in his hand and said slowly:

"It's just a small sect I founded casually anyway. It doesn't matter who becomes the headmaster to me. Tsuchimikado... huh, it's just a surname. What's so special about it?"

Ever since the Onmyoji appeared, Lihua's heart and eyes were full of him. Seeing that the Onmyoji ignored her and talked to Wang Jueyi instead, Lihua wished she could kick Wang Jueyi away.

"Sir, he is just a servant, why bother with him?"

"Okay, ignore him and I'll pay attention to you, right?"

Lihua's face flushed with excitement. She reached out and grabbed the Yin-Yang master's sleeve, shaking it gently like a spoiled child.

"Sir, you've already... Why are you here? Lihua doesn't understand..."

The Yin-Yang master gently broke free from Lihua's small hand, brushed off the wrinkles on his sleeves, and pointed at the bamboo house with his bat fan. The door of the bamboo house opened quickly, and a cushion flew out from inside and landed on the ground.

The Yin-Yang master walked over and sat cross-legged on the cushion, facing Qingshan. Wang Jueyi and Lihua also quickly turned around, one kneeling and the other standing, and gathered on both sides of the Yin-Yang master.

Qingshan frowned secretly: Where did this Yin-Yang master come from? How could he break the forbidden barrier of the bamboo house? Could he also be a descendant of Xuan Huizi's bloodline?