175: Chapter 175 The Hidden Secret

"I was just handling some personal business."

Mo Zixing's gaze swept over the hand she held behind her back without a trace, but he didn't call her out directly:

"Revered Master, what about you? What are you doing here?"

In truth, he wasn't surprised that Liu Qingyan was here.

He didn't have a separate room on Qingdan Peak at all; he had always lived with Liu Qingyan.

This was her bedroom, after all, so it was only natural for her to be here.

Yet, precisely because of that, he found it even stranger.

Since she was in her own room, why was she acting so mysterious about hiding something?

"Stop chatting. Can you find me some clothes first?"

At that moment, a sullen, childish voice came from behind Mo Zixing.

Sect Master Bai Ruotong poked half her head out from behind him, revealing only a pouting little face and a sliver of fair shoulder, and reached out to poke Mo Zixing in the waist.

She didn't want to be stark naked in front of someone else, but it seemed like Mo Zixing had forgotten all about her the moment he came out.

She could only shrink behind Mo Zixing, using his body to shield herself for the time being.

Mo Zixing finally reacted.

Having stayed in the storage space for so long, he had grown accustomed to the Little Sect Master's current state of being stark naked.

With a wave of his hand, a quilt in the room was swept over by spiritual power.

It covered Sect Master Bai Ruotong tightly, wrapping her up like a little zongzi:

"There aren't any here. Go find some in your own room."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Sect Master Bai Ruotong grumbled discontentedly:

"I stayed in the storage space with you for so long, and now you're kicking me out the moment you see your Revered Master?"

"You're overthinking it."

Mo Zixing reached out and tapped her head:

"Her size is much larger than yours. I mean there are no clothes here that you can wear."

Sect Master Bai Ruotong pouted. Unable to argue, she had no choice but to hop away, wrapped in the quilt.

With a soft thud.

She closed the door.

The room instantly fell silent, leaving only Mo Zixing and Liu Qingyan.

They looked at each other.

The atmosphere was inexplicably subtle.

Liu Qingyan gripped the hand behind her back even tighter:

"Um... Zixing..."

Her cheeks were still flushed, and she avoided his gaze, not daring to look Mo Zixing in the eye.

Just then.

A black shadow drifted out from beside Mo Zixing and hovered quietly at his side.

It was Ling Lin.

She seemed to sense an unfamiliar aura in the room; her blade turned slightly, vigilantly pointing in Liu Qingyan's direction.

"Zixing, this sword... Why have I never seen it before?"

Liu Qingyan had finally succeeded in changing the subject, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is the soul-devouring sword."

Mo Zixing didn't hide anything; he simply reached out and gently patted Ling Lin's blade:

"I got it from that demonic cultivator you mentioned."

"The soul-devouring sword?"

Liu Qingyan's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and she couldn't help but worry:

"Isn't this a demonic artifact? Won't it be dangerous for you to carry it?"

"Don't worry, it's already been subdued."

Mo Zixing smiled gently:

"It recognizes me as its Revered Master now and won't hurt anyone indiscriminately."

Liu Qingyan leaned closer, half-doubting.

But before she could get close, Ling Lin suddenly drifted back a distance.

The blade pointed at her and let out a hum, clearly indicating refusal.

"It's shy with strangers."

Mo Zixing couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and gently pressed down on Ling Lin's blade, saying to her:

"Stop messing around. This is my Revered Master."

Receiving Mo Zixing's command, Ling Lin reluctantly stopped resisting and hovered quietly in place.

Liu Qingyan examined it carefully.

Although she could feel a cold, chilling Qi still faintly emanating from the sword.

But that Qi was firmly suppressed by a warm, familiar spiritual power, so it didn't make one feel uncomfortable.

"It seems you have indeed successfully mastered it."

Liu Qingyan praised sincerely:

"And looking at how you communicate with it, this sword must possess a sword spirit."

"The spirits of demonic artifacts are usually unruly and untamed; to think you managed to successfully tame it."

For every sentence Liu Qingyan spoke, Mo Zixing would respond simply.

He just engaged in this back-and-forth Q&A.

Watching her struggle to make conversation and seeing the fleeting panic in her eyes.

He waited a while longer.

Until Liu Qingyan's expression became increasingly nervous, he spoke slowly, his tone calm but serious:

"Revered Master."

Liu Qingyan's movements froze abruptly, and the words she was halfway through were choked off in her throat.

"I have already told you about my affairs."

Mo Zixing looked into her eyes and asked softly:

"Can you tell me now what it was that you were hiding in your hand just a moment ago?"

Liu Qingyan's body stiffened instantly.

The smile on her face faded little by little. She lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooping to conceal the emotions in her eyes.

The room fell into a deathly silence once again.

After a long while.

She finally bit her lower lip gently and, with some hesitation, extended the hand she had been hiding behind her back toward Mo Zixing.