It was late at night, and all was quiet.

The two kept their heads down and walked silently, and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

Yin Ming nervously clenched his fists, trying to say something to ease the tension, "Ah Yao... how did you recognize me?"

Upon hearing his question, Lingyao's pleasant voice rang out beside him, her words brimming with unvarnished honesty.

"When I woke up, I overheard your conversation with Feng Yan."

When I woke up?

When Lingyao woke up, weren't they already in the Land of Forsaken Gods? At that time, Yin Ming was still floating in the water, so he didn't have time to chat with Feng Yan.

Lingyao turned his head to meet Yin Ming's puzzled gaze and honestly told him everything:

"I had already woken up when I was in the Heavenly Prison. The Soul-Locking Palm only sealed my consciousness, rendering me unable to move, but it did not shut down my five senses."

Upon hearing this explanation, countless exclamation marks immediately filled Yin Ming's mind.

Damn! They only found out because they exposed themselves!

Damn it, he was too careless and failed to guard against this guy having ears on the walls!

But... why do I feel a little disappointed when I hear this answer?

As if knowing what Yin Ming was thinking, Ling Yao added, "Even if you hadn't admitted it beforehand, I would still recognize you."

"I will never forget your scent, your mannerisms, and the tone of your voice."

Oh, this... it seems like I've been flirted with.

Yin Ming's ears immediately turned suspiciously red. He forced himself not to think too deeply about it and raised an eyebrow slightly, saying, "You mean, like sleep paralysis? That must be quite uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Lingyao turned her head and glanced at Yin Ming again, "Sleep paralysis? What does that feel like? Does it mean being pressed down on by someone?"

His long, thick eyelashes fluttered gently, like a butterfly flapping its beautiful wings. "It seems that there was a time when I did have this feeling."

Yin Ming was initially puzzled by Ling Yao's description.

It wasn't until he remembered that Lingyao had been his human cushion when those disciples pushed him into the Land of Forsaken Gods that he felt a little guilty and turned his gaze away, no longer daring to meet Lingyao's eyes.

"Haha, right..." How could Yin Ming possibly admit that the person who was on top of him back then was him? That would be so embarrassing!

The Divine Realm was located at a considerable altitude. Yin Ming usually flew straight up into the air, and only after entering the sect's barrier area would he descend and slowly walk back to his disciple's courtyard.

For some reason, he just didn't want to fly today.

Lingyao, just as before his Nirvana, quietly followed beside him.

A sense of peace and tranquility suddenly welled up in Yin Ming's heart.

Realizing that Lingyao didn't seem to have changed much, Yin Ming finally dared to voice his inner doubts.

"Ah Yao, it seems like I'm the one always asking you questions. Don't you have anything you want to ask me or anything you want to say to me?"

Ling Yao quickened his pace to walk alongside Yin Ming, and Yin Ming saw out of the corner of his eye that he gently shook his head.

"No, I know you must have your own reasons for everything you do. Since you haven't brought it up, I won't ask."

“As long as…” Lingyao suddenly stopped and stared intently at Yinming.

Yin Ming also subconsciously stopped in his tracks, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"As long as Yin Ming stops avoiding me and lets me stay by your side, that's fine."

During the time his consciousness was sealed by the Soul-Locking Palm, Lingyao couldn't open his eyes, but he could feel that someone was taking care of him meticulously.

Lingyao knew that person must be Yin Ming.

Even though Yin Ming thought he was unconscious, he still took such good care of him.

This shows that his kindness towards Lingyao was not just an act, as he had said those harsh words that day.

After all, if there's no audience, who is he performing for?

Lingyao believes that these are all actions taken by Yin Ming from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, Ling Yao no longer cared about why Yin Ming had left him in the first place.

As long as Yin Ming cares about him, that's enough.

Lingyao didn't want to overcomplicate things. He only knew that he liked Yin Ming very much and just wanted to stay by Yin Ming's side.

As long as he can achieve this wish, nothing else matters to him.

Looking at his unusually serious expression, Yin Ming felt strange inside.

How come the image he's portrayed by Ling Yao seems to have become that of a scumbag who abandons his wife after becoming successful?!

The two were almost at the main gate of the Divine Realm when Yin Ming suddenly remembered that Ling Yao was dressed in white hair and red clothes.

No one else can be found with such a look; it's very easy to think of the demon boy from that day.

Yin Ming quickly grabbed his collar and led him to a small grove of trees nearby.

Seeing that his disciple robes were also somewhat tattered, Yin Ming took out two sets of change of disciple robes from his spatial ring, handed one set to Ling Yao, and quickly took off his outer garment and put on the other set.

Lingyao hesitated for a few seconds before changing into Yin Ming's disciple robes as well.

However, he was a size larger than Yin Ming. After wearing Yin Ming's clothes, not only were the sleeves too short, revealing his wrists, but the hem also couldn't cover his cloud boots.

Yin Ming realized that the clothes did not fit Ling Yao's body, and that was the first time he had carefully examined Ling Yao's current figure.

After his rebirth, he was not only taller than Yin Ming, but also had a very well-proportioned figure, no longer the skinny boy he used to be.

Yin Ming couldn't help but sigh, "My child has finally grown up."

But now is not the time to talk about these things. If we want to bring Lingyao into the Divine Realm, we can only dress her up like this for the time being.

Later, when Yin Ming finds a way to let him stay in the Divine Realm, he can go to the outer sect to get a few sets of clothes that fit him.

The most difficult thing to deal with now is Lingyao's full head of white hair.

Yin Ming had always wanted to know how Ling Yao got his hair this color, since he wasn't like that in the original story.

In the original novel, he was a heart-locked, crazy male lead dressed entirely in black from head to toe.

Although the hair color is actually quite nice, what kind of kind-hearted male lead would have the same hair color as an old man with white hair!

“Your hair…” Yin Ming stared at Ling Yao’s white hair, rubbing his chin as he pondered.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up – I've got it!

Having come up with a solution, Yin Ming quickly took out the ink lotus that he had been storing in his spatial ring.

After crushing the black lotus into juice using his spiritual power, Yin Ming had Ling Yao bend down and then smeared the black lotus juice little by little on his hair, trying to change his hair color.

The imagination is beautiful, but in reality, this black lotus is completely uncolored.

The black lotus juice that Yin Ming applied to Ling Yao's hair ends was just a formality; it dripped down his smooth hair, leaving a pool of black water on the ground.

After trying several times with the same result, Yin Ming couldn't help but mutter in dissatisfaction, "Why is he getting all white hair at such a young age?"

Lingyao's body suddenly stiffened. He turned his head slightly, and his profile under the moonlight seemed to show a hint of hurt. "Does Yin Ming not like my hair?"

Yin Ming felt a pang of guilt at his expression and said somewhat awkwardly, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I feel you might look better with black hair."

Yin Ming tried applying more black lotus juice to Ling Yao's hair again. Unable to resist any longer, he finally asked, "A Yao, how did you manage to make your hair look like this?"