Something Falls from the Sky...

"Hiss—ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Lian Na's petite body trembled slightly as she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Does it hurt a lot? I'm sorry, I'll be gentler." Mo Lini carefully stopped what she was doing and asked with concern.

Mo Lini was helping Lian Na treat her wounds.

Staring at the torn, bleeding blisters on those slender, delicate hands, Mo Lini herself felt a piercing phantom pain.

"Thank you, sorry for the trouble, Mo Lini... Ah!"

After the herbal medicine was applied, Lian Na couldn't hold back another miserable shriek.

"Why don't we just have Mr. Musen heal you directly?" Mo Lini suggested, unable to bear watching her suffer.

"That won't do." Lian Na shook her head, fighting back tears. "Mr. Yorid said that if I recover using healing magic, the newly grown flesh will be tender... and the effects of my training would be greatly reduced."

"Is... is that so?"

Mo Lini couldn't bear to look at Lian Na's fingers, which had already lost a layer of skin, but driven by some inexplicable psychology, she couldn't resist sneaking another peek.

"Learning archery... is really hard work," Mo Lini sighed with emotion.

Mo Lini couldn't help but think of Liyana. To possess such masterful archery skills, she must have put in just as much effort back then as Lian Na is now.

Over the past few days, Lian Na's progress had been leaps and bounds. According to Yorid, Lian Na had essentially grasped the basics and could now call herself a novice archer.

Despite the pain, Lian Na clearly looked very happy.

Mo Lini could understand this feeling... When she first learned to sing, she sang every day until her voice went hoarse, tasting blood whenever she spoke. But the noticeable improvement that followed made it all feel worth it, enough to make all the suffering seem precious.

"Lian Na, you're already very tired today, so let's rest early," Mo Lini said. "I'm going to turn off the lights."

"Mhm!" Lian Na replied in a crisp voice.

But before Mo Lini could reach the light, her vision suddenly went dark.

Boom—

Accompanied by a deafening crash, the wooden planks of the roof shattered and flew apart like fragile wafers.

"Cough, cough, cough—what happened?" Lian Na coughed continuously, choking on the sudden cloud of dust.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the giant tree, falling sparingly upon the uninvited guest, barely illuminating her figure.

Skin as pale as the cold moon, dark brown hair cascading down like a waterfall, and murderous eyes that looked like a feline scrutinizing its prey in the dark of the night.

The woman's torn dress could hardly conceal the statue-like perfection of her bodily curves. The most striking feature was her pair of long, solid thighs, with beautiful, smooth muscle lines sculpted like marble.

The two cute little ones curled up on the bed, shivering as they looked at the mature big one.

They were just sitting at home, and a big sister fell from the sky.

The other party's oppressive presence was simply too overwhelming... in every aspect.

Luo Lun glanced at Mo Lini and Lian Na, who were huddled tightly together on the bed, and scratched her head in embarrassment. "Ah... sorry, I didn't expect there to be a house under the giant tree. My landing was a bit off... Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Mo Lini and Lian Na exchanged a glance, then fell into deep thought as they stared at the fresh blood on Luo Lun's body and the corners of her mouth.

Luo Lun noticed their gazes.

"You don't need to worry. The blood on my body belongs to someone else, and the blood in my mouth is my own."

Luo Lun revealed a crimson smile that she thought was quite friendly... Between her teeth were a few strands of bright red flesh, stuck there from when she had bitten herself to treat a poisoned wound earlier.

Mo Lini had no idea what Luo Lun was trying to explain.

"What happened!"

In his half-spirit state, Musen rushed in frantically from outside the door, locking eyes directly with Luo Lun.

The moonlight poured in through the hole Luo Lun had smashed in the roof, shining on Musen's face and making him look exceptionally ferocious and eerie.

Looking at Musen's gradually transparent lower body, Luo Lun's small face instantly turned pale.

"A... a ghost!" Luo Lun let out a piercing scream, her eyes rolling back as she fainted, collapsing straight onto Mo Lini's bed like a puppet with cut strings.

...

Luo Lun slowly opened her eyes.

An unfamiliar ceiling met her gaze.

"Are you alright?" Mo Lini's weak voice came from the side.

Luo Lun slowly sat up and scratched her head. Her long hair fell in a messy tangle, the bloodstains on her body had oxidized and turned black, and her clothes were covered in dust, making her look quite filthy. The taste of blood lingered in her mouth, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Luo Lun began to recall what had happened earlier, and her expression changed again. "I... I think I saw a ghost."

"That was Mr. Musen, not a ghost," Mo Lini corrected. "Mr. Musen is a very good person. He is an artifact spirit from a book."

"Is... is that so?" Luo Lun still looked deeply shaken. "Oh right, my name is Luo Lun. I'm very sorry for causing you trouble earlier."

Mo Lini found it a bit strange. Luo Lun clearly looked like such a mature woman... yet she was actually afraid of ghosts.

"Miss Luo Lun, are you very afraid of ghosts?" Mo Lini asked, then glanced at Luo Lun's powerful-looking thighs.

"Of course! Being afraid of ghosts is a girl's privilege... Besides, no matter how much you kick a ghost, you can't kick it to death. It's simply terrifying!" Luo Lun said quite seriously.

Mo Lini hadn't expected that Luo Lun, who looked so valiant and heroic on the outside, would actually have such a side to her in private.

"But Mr. Musen is a good person. He's also the one who healed your injuries."

Only then did Luo Lun realize that the flesh she had bitten off her arm earlier had now grown back perfectly.

"Is... is that so? Then I really must thank him. I was too rude earlier." Luo Lun looked at Mo Lini in front of her. Little Lan was currently sitting on Mo Lini's head.

So... so cute...

Luo Lun had never had any resistance against cute things, and she couldn't help but reach out and stroke Mo Lini's cheek.

"What are you doing, Miss Luo Lun?" Mo Lini immediately went on high alert.

"Ah! Sorry! It's nothing, please excuse me..."

...

"Retreat."

Ned cast a wary glance at the two seemingly ordinary wooden cabins ahead... That elven swordswoman lived here.

"Boss Ned, that person jumped down from such a high place and must be heavily injured... Why don't we attack right now?" one of his subordinates asked in confusion.

"I said retreat," Ned said flatly.

"If we miss such an opportunity... and that person comes knocking on our door again..." The subordinate still seemed unwilling to give up.

Ned spun around, his sharp dagger slicing across the man's throat. Scalding blood gushed out like a fountain, and the man collapsed to the ground clutching his neck, lifeless.

The surroundings were dead silent; no one else dared to utter another word.

One by one, the dark silhouettes vanished into the distance not far from the wooden cabins.