Song Tingwan quickly shook her head, "Maintaining my current appearance is enough."

She had to firmly stand by her identity as a member of the Yunyin Clan. She had already been appointed as an elder of the Fengchun Dan Sect, and the demon race and the demon realm treated her as an honored guest, eager to offer her the position of elder.

The Sword Inquiry Sect is the same now.

There's also Qin Yuanyuan. Although she kept quiet, she knew that the Heavenly Mystery Sect definitely wanted Qin Yuanyuan to win her over.

It's just that Qin Yuanyuan didn't do it.

However, Yunyin needs someone to maintain appearances. If she is associated with the titles of elders from other families, others will think that Yunyin is just one of her many identities.

No, no, no.

"That's what Master said too."

Song Tingwan felt relieved.

Sect Leader Yan is quite reliable.

"Keep this safe, Sister Yuzune. You can take a nap a little longer, and then we can set off."

Song Siyao said considerately, with a serious expression on his face, but he didn't dare to look at Song Tingwan.

"Okay, Ayao, you should sleep for a while too. I'll wake you up later."

Song Siyao gave a muffled hum and closed her eyes.

Song Tingwan couldn't help but smile, and silently closed her eyes.

But he was conscious and wanted to see what his younger sister would do.

Once you close your eyes, an hour has passed.

As the roosters crowed, a stick of incense appeared in Song Siyao's hand.

It was lit quietly at the foot of the bed.

Song Tingwan sniffed it; it was a calming incense.

It has a calming and soothing effect.

There was nothing unusual.

I was just thinking that.

Consciousness suddenly ceased.

I drifted off to sleep.

Song Siyao smiled.

He got up and straightened the calming incense.

It was a special item she had asked her second senior brother, Lord Chu, for. It looked like a calming incense, but when the incense was lit, the smoke would surround the person and form a magic array.

A magic circle that puts people to sleep.

It has no adverse effects on the body.

As long as the calming incense is burning, he will remain in a deep sleep.

One stick can burn for about two days.

By then, she had already left and her whereabouts were unknown.

My sister couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked.

She planned it very well.

She stayed by Song Tingwan's side until the agreed departure time, then stood up to cover her sister with a light blanket and left.

Shortly after she left, Shen Zhuochuan knocked on the window.

No one answered.

Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow, opened the window, and easily climbed in.

Sure enough, the woman on the bed was surrounded by the scent of incense, and she looked peaceful as she slept.

The man produced a folding fan and tried to fan away the smoke.

But it didn't move.

He walked around the bed once and squatted down next to the incense burner at the foot of the bed.

Shen Zhuochuan condensed a ball of spiritual energy in his hand and extinguished the calming incense.

Song Tingwan opened her eyes instantly.

She propped herself up and looked at the man beside the bed.

Shen Zhuochuan laughed, got up, and knelt down beside the bed to help her up.

Song Tingwan rubbed the back of her neck. "Have we set off yet?"

The man shook his head. "I saw that A Yao was going to call Baili and Qin Xi, so I came to find you."

She nodded gently. "Thank you."

Shen Zhuochuan helped her up. "So what do you plan to do? Go and expose your sister and give her a big surprise?"

She shook her head with a smile, "I'm going to give her a big shock."

Otherwise, how could I do justice to A Yao's calming incense?

"You go first, Ayao will find out soon."

She gently pushed his hand away, and Shen Zhuochuan could only look at her a few more times with reluctance before climbing back out the window.

Song Tingwan parted her lips slightly.

Then she covered her mouth and laughed.

"The door wasn't locked either."

Over there, Shen Zhuochuan went to the courtyard to assemble ahead of time.

A moment later, Wanqiji tore off the talisman and instantly appeared.

"They haven't arrived yet?" Aji asked, holding a box the size of a palm.

Shen Zhuochuan nodded. "Ayao went to call them."

Wanqiji looked around the empty courtyard with some curiosity. "Wan'er didn't come either?"

Shen Zhuochuan raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanged: "Yeah, he didn't come."

"Strange, Wan'er usually arrives early." Wan Qiji was deeply puzzled.

The man stood calmly and agreed, "It is quite strange."

Wanqiji still felt that something was wrong.

But with the departure time fast approaching, he couldn't remember it at once.

The man who usually paid the first attention to Song Tingwan stood casually, not caring much, until Song Siyao was followed by two people in seclusion, at which point he slowly approached.

"Is Wan'er the only one missing? Should I go and call her?"

Chen Zhuochuan pretended not to know anything, and turned to go call someone.

Song Siyao raised his voice and said, "No need."

They all looked at her.

"What do you mean 'not needed'?" Shen Zhuochuan turned around, frowning with a puzzled look.

Song Siyao glanced at her elder sister's tightly closed door, then at her father who was walking in with his hands behind his back, and pursed her lips.

Song Chaoxuan approached with a half-smile, then shook his head helplessly as he looked at his youngest daughter.

"Planning to travel alone?"

The old father pointed out the doubts of the group.

Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi, two bewildered individuals, were greatly shocked.

"According to my uncle's divination, it would be best for my sister and Wan'er to travel together on this trip," Qin Xi whispered, looking at the father and daughter.

“But this journey is fraught with danger, isn’t it?” Song Siyao looked up, her gaze sweeping over them.

Everyone fell silent.

Baili Xijiang silently raised his hand, "Rather than being protected by my sister, Master would prefer to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, my sister."

He had barely finished speaking when his sister's gaze swept over him, and he shut his mouth again.

Shen Zhuochuan smiled to himself, meeting Wan Qiji's questioning gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression serious. "She'll be unhappy."

Song Siyao looked dejected. "I know."

"well."

Song Chaoxuan raised his hand and touched the top of his youngest daughter's head.

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