The winds began to blow once again, as if the scene she had been watching with bated breath had now passed. The winds passed again, blowing the petals of the beautiful flowers blooming on the tender branches of the peach trees, the fragrance of which seemed to permeate them like a blessing. But Yu Sui's eyes kept lingering on one room. Duie, whose mischievous eyes were picking up every detail of the environment, placed a hand on Yu Sui's shoulder and said, "Now stop it, brother. How long will you keep wearing this mask? Take it off now."

  Duie said with a slight smile.

  Hearing this, Yu Sui nodded in agreement and moved his hand towards his face to take off the mask. But then, he paused with a slight smile, so subtle that it wasn't visible on his face, only felt. Duie, who was beautifully pretending to be unaware, looked towards Mo Yan's old room and, grimacing, made a gesture of intent and a completely invisible eye. Yu Sui, having understood Duie's subtle gesture, also nodded slightly and responded. With this, Yu Sui bowed respectfully to Master Wu Xiang and left, but poor Master Wu Xiang was still in his eyes. He looked like a crow standing among a flock of geese, his eyes trying to decipher the silence that lingered between Yu Sui and Duie, as if he were standing in a gathering whose language spoke a different language.

  For a while, a silence hung over Yu Sui's departure, and Duie's demeanor suddenly changed. His face took on a calm yet stern look, and his voice became as hard as stone.

  "Master, you've seen what happened. I don't think you should remain silent this time. The hunter keeps hunting until it is caged."

  Duie said in a heavy voice, looking towards the main gate, his eyes speaking.

  Just then, Master Wu Xiang sighed and walked forward towards the main gate, his steps calm and measured. Following Duie to the main gate, Master Wu Xiang said with a cautious gaze but a firm voice:

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  "Hmmm, you're right. Wui Guan is violating the rules beyond her limits, but no more. We'll have a meeting soon..."

  Master Wu Xiang placed a hand on Duie's shoulder and said:

  "...Take care of yourself, child."

  Master Wu Xiang's voice reflected a deep affection as he looked at Duie, and a deep respect welled up in Duie's eyes. Duie bowed with deep respect, bowing and bidding him farewell simultaneously.

  "Thank you very much for coming here at my request... Master. We look forward to the meeting. May your journey be safe."

  Dui said from the same bowed position, his voice filled with love and respect. Just then, Master Wu Xiang took his hand, patted his shoulder twice, and departed on his journey. Leaving behind a feeling of respect, a proud gaze, and a glowing face.

  Duie turned back to his room, but before he began his journey, he scanned every corner and corridor of the Tao Hua Chuan Academy, which was eerily empty except for the one Yu Sui was walking down, leading to Mo Yan's room. Duie's gaze wandered everywhere, especially to the corridor outside Mo Yan's room. Seeing it empty, Duie felt as if he hadn't reached the well he had come to quench his thirst for. His face was calm yet slack, his eyes drooping, as if he wasn't experiencing emptiness, but the absence of his own breath. But despite this, he took a deep breath and continued towards his room.

  But this yearning was so starkly contrasted with the peace and deep silence elsewhere, as if East and West were looking at each other.

  In Mo Yan's room, Mo Yan lay on his bed, his eyes closed as if in deep meditation. All the disciples present were also there, taking care of him in every way. Su Nian and Bao Fang were busy preparing medicine for Mo Yan in a mortar. The fragrance of the potion wafted throughout the room.

  The room was eerily quiet, only the sounds of work could be heard. One of the two disciples who were adjusting Mo Yan's blanket suddenly caught sight of Mo Yan's wrist, and his eyes widened, his breath caught. He nudged his fellow disciple with his elbow, pointing to Mo Yan's wrist and said,

  "Fifth disciple, look there! There's something shining on the Emperor's wrist,"

  he said, gesturing in amazement. And when the other disciple caught sight of his, his eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He turned to Su Nian to speak, but before he could speak, the room door opened. A sudden gust of cold wind swept across the room, and some of it hit Mo Yan's calm face, causing his facial hair to sway as if Yu Sui himself had touched it. And then the Su Tao Jue spell seal began to reveal its true form, revealing its true nature.