"Moli."

Moria's voice woke Moli, who was immersed in grief.

She raised her tear-stained face and looked blankly at Moria.

Moria handed over the crystal bottle in hand.

"Feed this to your older sister."

Moli looked at the bottle emitting a soft Holy Light and was stunned for a moment.

"Lord, this is..."

"holy light spiritual water."

Moria's voice was calm.

"Although it cannot completely cure your sister's condition, it can alleviate it somewhat."

holy light spiritual water?

A look of surprise appeared in Moli's eyes.

Although she did not know what this holy light spiritual water was.

But she believed that the Lord would certainly not harm her sister.

"Lord!"

With a thud, Moli knelt on the ground once more, facing Moria, and kowtowed heavily.

"Your kindness, Moli will never forget for all eternity!"

She carefully opened the cork and fed the brilliantly glowing liquid, drop by drop, into Mo Yu's mouth.

As soon as the holy light spiritual water entered the throat, it turned into a warm torrent that instantly coursed through Mo Yu's entire body.

A faint, visible golden halo enveloped her entire person.

On her paper-white face, a faint blush miraculously appeared.

Her originally weak and almost imperceptible breathing also became steady and powerful.

Moli held her breath, staring unblinkingly at her sister, afraid of missing even the slightest change.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Finally.

Under Moli's tense gaze, Mo Yu's long eyelashes trembled gently.

Then, that pair of eyes of hers that had been tightly closed for a long time slowly opened a crack.

Bewildered, confused.

Her gaze focused on the ceiling for a long time before slowly shifting to fall upon the younger sister by the bedside whose eyes were red and swollen from crying.

"Moli..."

Mo Yu's voice was hoarse and weak, like a feather drifting in the wind.

"I... what is wrong with me?"

"Why are you... crying?"

"Wa—!"

Hearing this weak greeting, Moli could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart. She threw herself fiercely into her sister's arms and cried even louder.

Where was there still half of the composure of the Evernight Guild master?

She turned back into that helpless, hesitant little girl who could only rely on her older sister.

"Older Sister! You're finally awake!"

"I thought... I thought you would never wake up again!"

The two sisters wept in each other's arms, and the long-suppressed fear and worry completely transformed into scalding tears at this moment.

Moria stood quietly to the side, silver eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Zhou Huai's consciousness, meanwhile, calculated coldly in his heart.

The effect of the holy light spiritual water was even better than expected.

It seems that Mo Yu, this "experimental subject", can still hold on for at least a while longer.

...

Meanwhile.

Zhou Family old residence.

In the heavily guarded reception hall, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

Zhou Ting sat upright in the main seat, his face as gloomy as water, leisurely sipping the fragrant tea in his cup.

Opposite him, the Third Young Master of the Liu Family of the Imperial Capital, Liu Ziang, was playfully sizing up this old man who wielded monstrous power in Donghai City.

"Young Master Liu coming here this time, could it be that you still want to enter that ruins once more?"

Zhou Ting put down his teacup, his voice flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Hearing this, Liu Ziang chuckled softly, making no attempt to conceal his purpose.

"Old Patriarch Zhou is truly insightful."

"Old Fu has been missing for more than half a month, neither person nor corpse has been found."

"I naturally have to bring people in to see what on earth happened."

Zhou Ting's eyelids lifted slightly.

"Young Master Liu, you should be clear about this."

"Recently, the military's people have been like a group of sharks that smelled blood, constantly circling near our Zhou Family."

"At a time like this, once we make any move, I am afraid it will immediately draw their attention."

"Attention?"

The smile on Liu Ziang's face grew broader, except that the smile carried a hint of undisguised sarcasm.

"So what if it draws attention?"

He leaned forward slightly, his sharp eyes staring straight at Zhou Ting.

"As far as I know, the military has already secretly dispatched an exploration team composed entirely of Earth-element Classer, conducting a carpet search of the entire underground of Donghai City."

"Do you think that ruins can be hidden until when?"

Without waiting for Zhou Ting to reply, Liu Ziang spoke again, his voice like rapid-fire artillery, every single word precisely striking Zhou Ting's heart.

"In addition, are there a few questions you do not feel curious about?"

"Who on earth dug the cave through which Li Gang escaped back then?"

"If it was the military's doing, they should have long since launched a massive attack along the tunnel instead of merely using it to let one Li Gang escape."

"Furthermore, how were the tens of thousands of magic crystals that you worked so hard to collect swept clean? That Li Gang is no Master of Formations, so how did he imperceptibly set up an illusion Formation right under the noses of your Radiant Alliance?"

"Finally, and also the most critical point."

A flash of cold light crossed Liu Ziang's eyes.

"And which organization does the person whom Old Fu went back to the ruins to chase belong to?"

The series of questioning finally caused a trace of subtle change to appear on Zhou Ting's ancient, wave-free old face.

His hand holding the teacup stopped mid-air.

As the helmsman of the Zhou Family, he quickly understood Liu Ziang's meaning.

"You are saying..."

"Besides us and the military, there is a third faction participating in this?"

"I never said that."

Liu Ziang leaned back against the sofa and spread his hands.

"I am merely stating my doubts."

"As for whether such a possibility exists, Old Patriarch Zhou, you will need to judge for yourself."

He picked up his teacup and took a gentle sip.

Seeming to find it a bit hot, he put it down again.

"In addition, I must remind you of one thing."

"Our time is running out."

"In a couple of days, our Liu Family will also send experts over."

"On one hand, it is to retrieve Old Fu in the ruins."

"On the other hand, it is also to find that Divine Artifact inside the ruins as soon as possible."

He looked at Zhou Ting, speaking word by word in a cold voice.

"Once the military people discover the ruins first, our Liu Family will not be able to protect you either."

"These are my father's exact words."

"I hope Old Patriarch Zhou considers this carefully."

Having finished speaking, Liu Ziang stood up, preparing to take his leave.

Walking to the door, as if remembering something, he stopped his footsteps and turned around.

"Right."

On his face hung that hypocritical smile once more.

"My dad has been missing my older sister somewhat recently, and hopes I can bring her and Lu Qi back to the Liu Family to stay for a couple of days."

"Old Patriarch Zhou shouldn't have any objections, right?"

The muscles on Zhou Ting's face twitched imperceptibly.

He looked at Liu Ziang, a trace of gloom flashing through those cloudy old eyes.

But in the end, he still squeezed out a smile, his voice calm.

"That is only natural."

"Yuru has been away from home for so many years; it is indeed time to go home and take a look."

"Since Old Patriarch Zhou says so, that is naturally for the best."

Liu Ziang nodded with satisfaction and turned to leave.

The door of the reception hall was closed.

The smile on Zhou Ting's face instantly vanished without a trace.

Replaced by an unresolvable gloom.

Not long after Liu Ziang left.

Zhou Feng hurried in from outside with hurried steps.

"Father, you called for me?"

Zhou Ting did not look at him, only quietly gazing at the tea leaves rising and falling in the cup, his voice frighteningly calm.

"How are the preparations coming along?"

Hearing this, Zhou Feng's expression turned solemn, and he hurriedly bowed to answer.

"Replying to Father, the preparations are almost complete."

"Mm."

Zhou Ting nodded, slowly lifting the teacup, and drank down the long-cooled tea in one gulp.

"The Liu Family is most likely preparing to abandon our Zhou Family."

He placed the teacup heavily on the table, producing a crisp, muffled sound.

From those cloudy old eyes burst forth a terrifying murderous intent.

"Our plan should also begin."