Xun Ziyou stepped into the Elder's Residence and quietly let out a sigh of relief.
He hadn't expected that, acting on a sudden impulse to seek counsel with the Ancestor, he'd bump into Mo Hua right outside the door.
The Ancestor's quarters forbade Divine Sense from peering within.
So it never crossed his mind that Mo Hua would suddenly emerge from the room.
Just like that, here he was—the "peeping tom," caught red-handed by the person he was spying on.
Xun Ziyou still felt a little flustered inside.
But fortunately, he was a Cultivator at the Late Golden Core Stage, having lived nearly two, three centuries, his experience and composure ingrained—so in a blink, he hid any flicker of emotion and feigned ignorance toward Mo Hua, managing to play it off.
"Should be fine…"
Xun Ziyou muttered inwardly.
It was just a brief encounter—even if this kid is clever, it's unlikely he'd notice anything out of the ordinary…
