Whether Busy or Free, Go Home and Cook

Before leaving the Primordial Sacred Land, Qin Luo demonstrated the Alliance's latest leap technology to Feng Yutian.

It was a video feed.

The ability to traverse tens of thousands of miles in an instant.

This drew another round of astonished gasps from the crowd.

While they had their own teleportation arrays and escape talismans, the energy consumption was immense, and the distance and destination were highly unstable.

Now, compare that to what Qin Luo had just shown them.

"Is this... technology?" Feng Yutian murmured, staring at the phone in his hand with a mix of awe and disbelief.

After being frozen for tens of thousands of years, the world had evolved into something beyond his imagination.

Many artifacts that would have been treasured as sect heirlooms in their time were now commonplace, accessible to everyone.

Indeed.

The Primordial Ancestor had been right all along—never antagonize modern civilization.

So far, they had only seen what the Alliance chose to reveal. Who knew what terrifying secrets lay hidden?

Forming an alliance with them seemed mutually beneficial.

Moreover...

Feng Yutian glanced warmly at Su Bailian, who stood beside Elder Gong, delicate as a swaying flower, exuding an air of fragile beauty.

The fact that the Alliance was willing to send one of their prodigies to their sect spoke volumes about their sincerity.

He smiled and shifted his gaze to Wang Yan, who stood beside Chu Yu. "Wang Yan, as Su Bailian's elder brother, take these days to familiarize her with the sect when she has free time."

Wang Yan stepped forward, stealing a glance at the delicate Su Bailian before quickly replying, "Understood, Sect Master!"

Chu Yu maintained a calm facade, but inwardly, her hatred twisted into something monstrous.

This little wretch had already won everyone's affection the moment she arrived. Damn her!

She would have to bide her time and strike when the moment was right.

Chu Yu knew Su Bailian's tricks—sooner or later, she would frame someone. And when that time came... she would have all the evidence she needed.

......

On the way back, Qin Luo declined Feng Yutian's offer to escort him.

Instead, he harnessed the power of shadows to leap back on his own.

After all...

It was about time to prepare lunch for their young mistress.

Beneath the Alliance headquarters building.

Ouyang Xuan and Qin Luo materialized in a swirl of black mist.

The former looked up at the towering structure that had appeared before them in an instant and couldn't help but turn to Qin Luo with admiration. "I still have no idea what kind of system you have, but this ability is seriously impressive."

Qin Luo smirked. "Maybe it's the 'Lackey System.'"

"Lackey System?"

Ouyang Xuan's lips twitched, and he shot Qin Luo an exasperated look.

Whose lackey? Su Muwan's?

He shook his head, refusing to believe such a system could exist.

Still, he asked, "Are we proceeding with the assassination plan?"

After today's visit, it was clear the Primordial Sacred Land was friendly.

Wouldn't targeting their prodigies risk unnecessary conflict?

Qin Luo glanced at him and chuckled. "Minister Ouyang, you're too hesitant, always second-guessing."

"Remember this—"

"Those who are not of our kind will always harbor ulterior motives."

"Our rapport with the sects is nothing more than superficial courtesy."

"The assassination plan continues, but wait for my signal."

As he spoke, tendrils of black smoke began to rise from Qin Luo's figure.

Ouyang Xuan was still processing his words when he suddenly realized Qin Luo was fading. "Where are you going?"

"Home to cook."

Whoosh—Qin Luo vanished.

Ouyang Xuan: "..."

He was speechless.

How could someone switch from discussing an assassination plan to casually announcing they were going home to cook in the same breath?

Was this guy's personality even normal?

......

Su Family Villa.

"Mmm..."

Su Muwan drowsily opened her eyes, her raven-black hair splayed messily across the pillow.

A few strands clung playfully to her rosy cheeks, enhancing her sleepy, adorable charm.

Her eyes were still hazy with lingering drowsiness.

Ah...

So tired... but with a faint undercurrent of satisfaction.

Hmm...

What had happened again?

Su Muwan tilted her head slightly. Oh, right.

Last night, she had been nibbling and pawing at Qin Luo.

Qin Luo had enjoyed himself, but she had ended up utterly exhausted.

With that thought, she stretched luxuriously, her slender waist faintly visible beneath her loose shark-print pajamas.

The collar of her pajamas had slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of flawless, snow-white skin. Her delicate collarbones caught the sunlight, glowing faintly.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up slowly, her gaze sharpening as she scanned the room, searching for something—or someone.

Her brows furrowed slightly. She took a deep breath and suddenly yelled, "Qin Luo—!!"

One second... two seconds... three seconds...

Her voice echoed through the villa, but no response came.

?

Su Muwan pouted, threw off the covers, and stomped out of the room in her slippers.

As she wandered through the villa, she kept calling, "Qin Luo, Qin Luo, Qin Luo!"

"Qin Luo! Qin Luo!"

"Qin Qin Qin Qin!!"

"Luo Luo Luo Luo!!"

"Where are you?! Qin Luo, Qin Luo, Qin Luo!"

She searched every corner, her voice growing increasingly frantic, her eyes flickering with unease.

"Qin Luo? Where did you go?"

No way...

Could it be...?

Su Muwan's face froze in shock. Had Qin Luo... left last night because she upset him?

"Qin—!"

Just as she was about to shout again, the front door creaked.

Her eyes lit up, and she dashed toward the entrance.

Click—

The door swung open.

There stood Qin Luo, holding several shopping bags, a warm smile on his face.

"Look what I got you, Young Mistress."

He lifted the bags—groceries and a pile of snacks.

"Food!"

Su Muwan's eyes sparkled, and she barreled into him, clinging like a koala and nuzzling against his chest. "Where were you?! I called and called, and you didn’t answer!"

Qin Luo adjusted the bags, looking down at her with amusement. "I just got back from work."

"Thought I'd make you something nice, so I went shopping."

"Must be my upbringing—couldn’t hear you shouting from the supermarket."

He pulled out a box of delicate cream puffs from one of the bags. "Your favorite. Have a taste."

"Hmph!"

Su Muwan flushed but snatched the box, muttering under her breath, "At least you remembered."

She hopped down from him and immediately tore open the box, popping one into her mouth. Bliss instantly replaced her earlier distress.

Qin Luo watched her with a soft smile.

The young mistress was truly adorable...

He headed to the kitchen to unpack the groceries.

Su Muwan trailed after him, still munching on her snack, occasionally piping up with demands: "I want braised pork, sweet and sour fish..."

"Also, the stir-fried tofu with green peppers—last time I went to this place where they made it a bit soupy, but the flavor was still pretty good."

"Understood, young miss."