You are unworthy of the title of Heavenly Emperor!

"Swear allegiance to me?"

"The Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor... right?" Qian Mo asked, his tone laced with a hint of playful amusement.

"Yes, yes... No... No, no..."

The Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor began to nod, but then realizing something was amiss, he immediately shook his head and shouted, "No!"

"Hehe, so which is it... is it, or is it not?"

Qian Mo's playfulness carried profound meaning. With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he began to tease further.

The Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor pondered for a moment and nodded directly: "Yes."

"A Heavenly Emperor?" Qian Mo touched his lips, looking down at the Underworld Ghost, who was battered and bruised, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

"Do you know what the two words 'Heavenly Emperor' signify? Even I dare not call myself a Heavenly Emperor right now. You certainly have some nerve." Qian Mo wore a wide, deep smile.

Below him, the Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor suddenly found his brain failing to keep up, becoming somewhat dazed. He racked his brains, thinking: *Is... is there something wrong with the title 'Heavenly Emperor'? Back in our era, most people called themselves Heavenly Emperors! Why is it a problem when I use it? Could there be some special hidden meaning?*

Following this line of thought, a terrifying realization suddenly struck the Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor. Did he just say *he* didn't even dare to call himself a Heavenly Emperor? Someone as immensely powerful as him couldn't claim the title of Heavenly Emperor? Could the outside world today have evolved to such a terrifying degree? Then what manner of terrifying realm must the one who bears the title of Heavenly Emperor actually be in?!

The more the Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor thought about it, the more frightened he became. He now deeply regretted coming out. Wasn't it better to just stay tucked away inside his seal? Why did he have to come out?

With this thought, he involuntarily shuddered, swallowed hard, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Gr... Great... My Lord... Could the two words 'Heavenly Emperor' carry some special meaning?"

His form of address for Qian Mo had also changed to "My Lord."

Seeing that the fellow still possessed a modicum of modesty, Qian Mo felt quite gratified. Asking when one does not understand—that made for a good student.

"Since you sincerely ask me, I shall answer your question."

Qian Mo placed his hands behind his back, looking like a stern teacher sizing up a student as he gazed down at the Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor.

Hearing Qian Mo's words, the Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor's face darkened, and he felt a sudden urge to vomit blood. How could this person be so utterly shameless?

"The two words 'Heavenly Emperor'—one part 'Heaven', one part 'Emperor'. The 'Heaven' represented here is not the heaven of the Dou Qi Continent, but the heavens of all the myriad realms! The 'Emperor' is not the ruler of a single continent, but the sovereign of the entire cosmos of myriad realms! Together, the title 'Heavenly Emperor' represents the monarch who rules over all heavens and myriad realms, the absolute strongest being within the primal chaos. A single glance from him is enough to obliterate one-third of the universe, a single gesture can reduce all realms to nothingness, and a single thought can resurrect the entirety of creation. A single thought brings life, a single thought brings death; a single thought forms destiny, a single thought extinguishes existence." Qian Mo's voice was extremely calm, yet his eyes burned with an indestructible determination. This was his ultimate goal. One day, he would reach this arduous objective, and he believed that with the help of the system, achieving all this was merely a matter of time.

"And yet, you cannot even defeat this deity, so how dare you call yourself a 'Heavenly Emperor'?"

"From now on, whenever this deity sees anyone calling themselves a Heavenly Emperor, I shall exterminate them!"

As he spoke, Qian Mo turned to look at him, his tone suddenly turning razor-sharp, carrying an aura of absolute annihilation.

Annihilation was far more formidable than mere killing intent or bloodlust.

Hearing Qian Mo's words, the Underworld Ghost's brain truly could not process it all. So the title of Heavenly Emperor held such profound and lofty significance! Then, meeting Qian Mo's god-of-slaughter gaze, cold sweat dripped down his spine, and he shivered involuntarily.

"Gr... Great Lord, I know I was wrong. An ant like me has no right to be called a Heavenly Emperor. I'll change it, I'll change it! I'll change it to Great Emperor—the Underworld Ghost Great Emperor!" the Underworld Ghost Heavenly Emperor said in a hoarse voice, genuinely afraid that the other party would annihilate him out of sheer displeasure.

Qian Mo glanced at him sideways, extended a hand, and said, "Hand over everything of value you have. Play any tricks and you'll die that much faster."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare." The Underworld Ghost Great Emperor hurriedly removed the spatial ring from his finger and, biting back the anguish in his heart, respectfully handed it to Qian Mo.

Taking the ring, Qian Mo said in a flat tone, "Since you have sworn allegiance to me, use your primordial blood to seal these two contracts. Just two drops will suffice." Simultaneously, two ancient parchment scrolls materialized before the Underworld Ghost Great Emperor.

One was the Reincarnation Palace Oath, and the other was the Master-Servant Oath.

Truly formidable! The Underworld Ghost thought with lingering shock as he laid eyes upon them.

"Primordial blood? My Lord, I am injured so severely right now that two drops of primordial blood could cost me my life..." the Underworld Ghost Great Emperor rasped. He had already lost a drop of primordial blood, and sparing two more would be extremely taxing; ordinary blood would have been fine, but this...

"Since you have signed the contract, you are now one of my people. I will not let you die. Drop the blood; once you do, you will be fine." Qian Mo gave him a sidelong glance.

With a bitter smile, the Underworld Ghost realized he had no other choice. Gathering his remaining internal strength, he condensed and split off two drops of primordial blood, letting them fall onto the scrolls.

His already pale face turned ghostly white, his vision darkened, and for a moment he could barely steady himself.

"Swallow this."

"This is an all-purpose supreme restorative elixir." Seeing that he had finished dropping the blood, Qian Mo had no intention of letting him die—after all, the fellow was still a powerhouse of the Reincarnation Realm.

The Underworld Ghost hurriedly caught the pill and swallowed it.

At that exact moment, the contract was completed. A deafening roar of thunder echoed through the sky, startling the Underworld Ghost out of his wits.

He looked up into the distant horizon, his pupils contracting. Was this a Heavenly Oath? It seemed he would be subservient to another for the rest of his life...

Though a trace of unwillingness lingered in his heart, he knew everything was up to fate, and perhaps, this might not turn out to be a bad thing after all.

Suddenly, a flash of light crossed his mind.

"Reincarnation... Sacred Scripture?" the Underworld Ghost Great Emperor murmured, as fragments of information concerning the Reincarnation Palace flooded into his consciousness.

This was certainly convenient, saving Qian Mo the trouble of explaining everything individually.

"Though you are now my subordinate, I will not restrict your freedom."

"In the future, you may simply address me as 'Young Master'. By the way, what is your given name?" Qian Mo asked.

"Young Master, my name is Underworld Ghost," the Underworld Ghost Great Emperor replied.

"Underworld Ghost? Coincidentally, we have someone in our Reincarnation Realm named Underworld Yan. You two might find some common ground to chat," Qian Mo muttered softly before instructing him further.

"Those who enter my Reincarnation Palace are not judged by status; we are family. Remember this. Do not abuse your cultivation to act tyrannically. If you ever step out of line, I will not spare you," Qian Mo warned sternly.

"Understood, Young Master!" The Underworld Ghost's expression turned solemn as he nodded.

Noticing the Underworld Ghost's attire, Qian Mo frowned and said, "You haven't bathed in an entire epoch. Let me clean you up and get you a new set of clothes."

With a wave of Qian Mo's hand, a sphere of pristine water enveloped the Underworld Ghost. A moment later, the water dissipated, revealing the Underworld Ghost clad in twenty-second-century attire, his hair trimmed into a neat short cut.

The Underworld Ghost possessed a bronze-hued physique, which complemented the modern outfit perfectly. Combined with his new haircut, he looked every bit a twenty-second-century handsome young man.

A water mirror materialized before them, and Qian Mo said, "Take a look at yourself and see how you like it."

Feeling a newfound lightness in his body, the Underworld Ghost blinked, feeling as though he had been reborn. It was exceptionally comfortable.

He walked over to the water mirror, looked at his reflection, and was instantly stunned.

"My goodness!"

"Is this really me?"

"Is this what I look like after an epoch?"

"Tsk tsk, not bad at all, quite handsome. Very good, very good." The Underworld Ghost was immensely satisfied. The clothes felt a bit unusual, but they fit well.

He asked, "Young Master, are the clothes I'm wearing right now what people in the modern era wear?"

They looked far too striking—infinitely more comfortable and stylish than any Daoist robes he had ever seen.

"Not quite. This is a unique style from my hometown. You'll see more of it in the future," Qian Mo shook his head and said.

"The Young Master's hometown? Where is that?" the Underworld Ghost asked with curiosity.

"It is not on the Dou Qi Continent. It is a very blue sphere that we call Earth! It is one of the countless worlds within the myriad realms I mentioned to you. The technology there is advanced, and many things far exceed your imagination," Qian Mo said, gazing up at the sky with a hint of nostalgia.

"So the Young Master is not from the Dou Qi Continent? Then, as you said, will we one day be able to travel to other realms?" The Underworld Ghost's interest was piqued, though he already knew that ancient Dou Di powerhouses could ascend to different planes.

"By the way, you are a Seven-Star Dou Di, which means you should have ascended. Why did you remain on the Dou Qi Continent?" Qian Mo suddenly remembered this question, finding it rather intriguing.

"Young Master, I am not from the Dou Qi Continent. I hail from a continent called the Underworld Star. For reasons unknown, when I tore through the void, I was hunted all the way here by ancient Emperors and subsequently ambushed and killed by a group of them. But it has been too long, and I've forgotten the details; after all, an entire epoch has passed, and I have no idea if those people are even still alive," the Underworld Ghost shook his head and replied.

"You aren't from the Dou Qi Continent? No wonder. Since we've already covered that, where are we right now?" Qian Mo asked next.

"This place is an independent barrier created by merging the Dou Qi Continent. Back then, those bastards forged it specifically to seal me away and keep me hidden. This place was the site of a great battle in the past; it can also be called the Relic of the Dou Di—the place where the greatest number of Dou Di perished an epoch ago," the Underworld Ghost explained.

"And one last question: how long is an epoch?" Qian Mo asked.

"Five hundred million years constitutes one epoch. We are currently in the second epoch," the Underworld Ghost answered.

"Good grief, that long?" Qian Mo exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, Young Master. That is how long I have been sealed," the Underworld Ghost nodded, blinking.

"Ah, well, never mind. That's none of my concern anyway," Qian Mo waved his hand dismissively, then continued, "Take this spatial ring containing items from the Reincarnation Realm and keep it safe. You are the very first person from our Reincarnation Realm to be robbed by me. If you ever lack supplies, just consult the methods outlined in the Reincarnation Sacred Scripture."

Hearing this, the Underworld Ghost felt a sudden, indescribable pang of misery.

Accepting the ring, he checked its contents and found a wealth of wonderful treasures, which somewhat soothed his inner wounds.

"Let's go. I've been out for quite a while. I only came out to hunt some game, but ended up bagging you instead," Qian Mo said, leading the way toward the path ahead.

The Underworld Ghost suddenly felt a strong sense that he had been the prey all along... He quickly followed behind. Having not seen the sunlight for an entire epoch, he was eager to go out and witness how much the world had changed.

As the two of them departed, the sealed domain that had existed for an entire epoch instantly began to disintegrate, its foundations dissolving into nothingness.

...

Stepping out of the cave, the two men were greeted by the familiar, warm sunlight.

"Wah haha! I, the Underworld Ghost, have finally broken free!" the Underworld Ghost roared, venting an epoch's worth of resentment in a single shout.

At this moment, he truly believed he was free. Sealed away for an entire epoch, he had finally escaped!!

Five hundred million years! Five hundred million years without seeing the sun!

"I'll give you a task while you tour around a bit. Go hunt some large game for me; I'll wait for you in that valley," Qian Mo instructed, pointing toward the rocky valley above.

"Understood, Young Master." Thrilled at the prospect of exploring the outside world, the Underworld Ghost shot straight up into the air.

Watching the Underworld Ghost leave, Qian Mo also flew toward the valley.

...

High in the sky, Qian Mo saw three figures—two adults and one child—lying on the rocks basking in the sun, and smiled faintly.

With a flash of movement, he appeared before them.

"Husband."

"Daddy."

Two distinct voices rang out.

"Husband, you were gone for so long—what game did you manage to catch?" the two women asked.

"Your husband caught an exceptionally large piece of game. He is currently out hunting it for us right now," Qian Mo smiled and said.

Figuring the Underworld Ghost would need some time, he turned to the two women and said, "Come, my wives, let your husband show you the attire worn in my hometown."

"Husband, what kind of clothes are they?" the two women asked with rising curiosity.

"Daddy, I want some too!" the little one chimed in.

"Haha, alright, alright, everyone gets some. No rush," Qian Mo laughed.

He led the three of them back into the Reincarnation Realm, straight into their living quarters.

A wardrobe materialized, filled with women's apparel.

As for the little one, Qian Mo handed her a dress he had previously acquired at the auction house.

Upon examining the wardrobe, the two women each selected a set and changed into them.

Instantly, twenty-second-century fashion made another appearance in this world.

Without lingering, Qian Mo first brought the little one back outside. The child had changed quickly, slipping right into the new outfit.

"I wonder what kind of game my new subordinate managed to bag," Qian Mo mused with anticipation.

A few minutes later, a figure appeared on the horizon, clutching an enormous beast in his grip.

"Young Master, I had good luck and caught a Dark-Green Flame-Horned Bull—a Tier 6 magical beast. It's dead now; do you need me to skin and butcher it?" The Underworld Ghost descended onto the valley, dropping the massive beast to the ground with a grin.

"No need to butcher it just yet. This bull is meant as a courtesy gift for the Spirit Heaven Sect; we can carve it up later for a hot pot," Qian Mo shook his head. The bull was indeed massive—too big for just a hot pot. Half hot pot, half barbecue... or perhaps braised?

*Never mind, we'll decide later.*

"Young Master, is the Spirit Heaven Sect a modern grand sect? Do they have Dou Di powerhouses?" The Underworld Ghost figured that if someone as powerful as the Young Master was bringing a courtesy gift, the sect must be formidable indeed.

"They can be obliterated with a flick of the wrist," Qian Mo replied indifferently.

*Crack—*

The Underworld Ghost suddenly felt an awkward stillness. This was not at all what he had expected!

"Then why is the Young Master bringing them a gift? We should just stew it and eat it ourselves," the Underworld Ghost said, licking his lips.

"That is my wife's ancestral home. As a son-in-law, it's only natural to bring some gifts," Qian Mo explained.

"Ah, so the Young Master is married! Congratulations, congratulations," the Underworld Ghost said with a smile, then glanced at the child in his arms. "And this must be the little young mistress."

"Creepy uncle, who are you?" the little one asked, blinking her big eyes.

"He's Daddy's friend, and also a member of the Reincarnation Palace. You can call him Uncle Ghost." Just as the Underworld Ghost was feeling a bit awkward and unsure how to respond, Qian Mo stepped in to help.

The Underworld Ghost instantly felt his pride restored, and he shot a grateful look at Qian Mo.

"Uncle Ghost," the little one chirped in her sweet, childish voice.

"Good, good! Here, Uncle Ghost has a greeting gift for you, though it's not as nice as your father's," the Underworld Ghost said, overjoyed at suddenly acquiring the status of an uncle upon his release.

Channeling his energy slightly, a dark, pitch-black orb materialized in his palm, surrounded by an aura of profound shadow.

"I used to be the master of the Underworld Star. This orb is called the Underworld Pearl, and it grants the ability to wield the power of the Underworld Star. Take this as my greeting gift to my little niece," the Underworld Ghost said nonchalantly.

Qian Mo frowned slightly and asked, "If you give her this Underworld Pearl, how will you control the Underworld Star?"

"That's no obstacle. I am the master of the Underworld Star by birth; even without the pearl, it makes no difference and doesn't affect me at all," the Underworld Ghost waved his hand dismissively.

Qian Mo nodded. The Underworld Star was, after all, only a low-level plane.

Even so, it contained the power of an entire world, which was formidable indeed.

"Very well, thank you," Qian Mo said.

He turned to the little one and said, "Ling'er, quickly thank Uncle Ghost."

"Thank you, Uncle Ghost," the little one said happily, pouting her lips in a cute smile.

Moments later, the Underworld Pearl merged into the space between her eyebrows. As soon as it entered, the Reincarnation Sacred Scripture absorbed and transformed it into a natural, inherent control over the realm.

"No need to thank me," Uncle Ghost chuckled.

"Young Master, when shall we set off for this so-called Spirit Heaven Sect?" the Underworld Ghost asked, his curiosity piqued.

"No rush. We can depart as soon as my wives finish changing," Qian Mo replied.

"Since we have some time, let me show you around the Reincarnation Realm," Qian Mo added.

"Very well, Young Master," the Underworld Ghost nodded.

With a single thought from Qian Mo, a spatial rift tore open, and the two men stepped inside.

...

While the two women were still changing their clothes, Qian Mo carried Ling'er and led the Underworld Ghost on a tour of the Reincarnation Realm, introducing him to various members along the way.

They were thrilled and excited to discover another Dou Di—and a Seven-Star Dou Di at that—in the Reincarnation Realm. Several individuals secretly resolved to redouble their cultivation efforts and reach the Dou Di realm as soon as possible.

Eventually, Underworld Yan and the Underworld Ghost crossed paths and exchanged introductions. Underworld Yan was deeply humble, treating the Underworld Ghost as a senior and an elder brother.

The two ended up swearing brotherhood, which turned out splendidly.

Arriving at the Reincarnation Hall, Qian Mo established a twenty-second-century boutique wardrobe where an array of luxurious and beautiful clothing was available for purchase—shirts, trousers, undergarments, shoes, sunglasses, hats, and all manner of other goods, all reasonably priced and inexpensive.

The cultivation system of the Reincarnation Palace emphasized simulated combat and freedom of movement.

Every resident in the Reincarnation Realm was provided with a private villa. Thus, whenever they finished cultivating or completed missions, they loved to unwind by taking relaxing baths to wash away fatigue.

Life in the Reincarnation Realm was a harmonious blend of supreme comfort and diligent cultivation.

After all, the Reincarnation Realm was an independent existence.

...

When the two women finally finished changing, Qian Mo summoned the Zixuan group, and the entire party set off toward the Spirit Heaven Sect.

...

Spirit Heaven Sect

As one of the five major sects of the Western Continent, its strength ranked near the top among all the major factions in the region.

While there seemed to be no universally acknowledged number one power, the Heaven Earth Pavilion came quite close to holding that title.

Within the Spirit Heaven Sect lay Spirit Heaven Mountain, where the spiritual energy was exceptionally rich and abundant.

Only the top five disciples of the annual sect tournament were granted permission to cultivate there for the duration of one month.

Cultivating for a month on Spirit Heaven Mountain yielded results comparable to half a year of cultivation outside.

Not only was the spiritual energy dense, but there were also specialized guidance sessions and distinct pointers available.

Today marked the annual grand internal tournament of the Spirit Heaven Sect, open to disciples regardless of their current cultivation level.

Aside from gaining access to Spirit Heaven Mountain, the top five finishers could also select a suitable weapon or medicinal pill.

As for those ranking from sixth to tenth, they would each receive a Tier 6 Spirit Elixir to aid in their physical cultivation.

If a disciple was at a cultivation bottleneck, taking the pill gave them a chance to break through to the next minor realm—though it could not bridge major cultivation chasms.

"I wonder who will take the top five spots this tournament?" Ling Tianba mused aloud inside the grand hall of the Spirit Heaven Sect.

"Since Ling Mo and the other four are away, I suspect the ones with the best chance are those just behind them," remarked another middle-aged man seated in the secondary position.

This man was none other than the vice sect master of the Spirit Heaven Sect, Ling Zongmu.

Ling Tianba and Ling Zongmu... The naming convention of the Spirit Heaven Sect was rather unique among the five major sects. The "Zong" in Ling Zongmu's name was coincidentally shared with the character for sect (zong), making it easy for outsiders to mistake his name for the sect's name itself, though in reality, anyone unfamiliar with them would naturally assume the latter.

Ling Zongmu was Ling Tianba's younger biological brother and Ling Xuanting's uncle.

His cultivation was at the peak of the Eight-Star Dou Sheng realm.

Truly, every one of them was a mighty powerhouse.

"Older brother, if that girl Ling'er's husband finally shows up, should the two of us brothers team up to test him? The last time you and Old Sheng went—well, Old Sheng's strength was a bit lacking. This time, with both of us brothers stepping out, let's go test his mettle! What do you say? That bastard brat got Ling'er pregnant and then ran off. I won't feel at ease until I give him a sound thrashing! I want to see for myself if he really is as formidable as they claim!"

Ling Zongmu furrowed his brow, clenched his fist, and slammed it against the armrest of his chair in a burst of anger.

"Even if that brat helped you break through to the peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng realm, I'm still going to beat him up!" Ling Zongmu shouted.

Hearing this, Ling Tianba recalled how he had been beaten black and blue by that brat yesterday, only for it to turn into a blessing in disguise that allowed him directly to break through to the peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng realm—a truly joyous occasion.

Now, with Ling Tianba at the peak of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng and Ling Zongmu at the peak of the Eight-Star Dou Sheng, their combined strength vastly exceeded what he and Ling Sheng had mustered previously. Perhaps they really could beat him up and vent their grievances!

"Alright, younger brother, as you say. Once he arrives at the sect, we'll teach him a lesson!" A surge of lingering resentment flared within Ling Tianba. The beating he took yesterday had been utterly miserable; today, he had to exact revenge!

Revenge must be had! They had to thoroughly thrash that brat!!!

The sect tournament was also a primary method for selecting outstanding disciples.

Outside the arena, the atmosphere was bustling with excitement. Some disciples were setting up stalls to gamble on the tournament matches, while others were trading goods.

"Sister Qing, let's have a good look around today. I have a feeling you can take first place this tournament! I just received word that Senior Brother Ling Mo and the others were sent out on a training expedition by the Sect Master and won't be able to return today. Therefore, your chances of entering Spirit Heaven Mountain have skyrocketed—no, they've practically shot straight to the top!"

A young woman said, holding tightly to the arm of another female disciple.

The woman addressed as Sister Qing looked slightly startled, turning to her companion as she asked, "Senior Brother Ling and the others went out on a training trip? Why didn't I know about this?"

The woman speaking was Mo Yuqing, while the one holding her arm was Mo Siwan.

"Sister Qing, I only just heard about it too! When those disciples were preparing, I accidentally overheard. Apparently, the Sect Master called them out for training yesterday. The Sect Master is clearly giving the rest of us a chance! Look at those five—they're all monsters with Dou Sheng cultivation levels, whereas you're only at the Nine-Star Nine-Revolution Dou Zun stage. If they had stayed, you wouldn't even have to dream about entering Spirit Heaven Mountain. That's why I think the Sect Master arranged this specifically for us! Otherwise, why would they be sent out just yesterday? Am I right, Sister Qing?"

Mo Siwan shook Mo Yuqing's arm, leaning against her.

"Ever since I entered the sect, I haven't had many chances to enter Spirit Heaven Mountain. The last time I went in, I came out at the Eight-Star Dou Zun level, and now I'm only at the Nine-Star Nine-Revolution Dou Zun stage. When on earth will I ever break through to the One-Star Dou Sheng realm?!" Mo Yuqing cried out dramatically toward the sky.

"Don't worry, Sister Qing. You possess the Profound Heaven Female Physique of our Mo family; your potential usually blooms a bit later, but once you step into the Dou Sheng realm, it will undoubtedly be a massive leap forward," Mo Siwan encouraged.

"Ah, let's hope so. But since Senior Brother Ling and the other four are absent this year, I must secure a top-five spot. Wan'er, you need to work hard and make it into the top five as well," Mo Yuqing sighed softly.

"Don't worry, Sister Qing, I'll definitely make it into the top five this time!" Mo Siwan nodded, a look of firm determination in her eyes.

"Still, Ling Mo is such a blockhead. Sister Qing likes him so much, yet he hasn't the slightest clue—sigh~"

"He really is a blockhead. If not for that, we probably would have gotten together long ago. Oh well, he loves cultivation; that's the true spirit of a martial artist," Mo Yuqing said with a nod.

As they spoke, the two of them walked over to their designated seats, drawing the gazes of everyone present.

"Wow, look, it's Senior Sister Mo Yuqing!"

"Gosh, she's so gorgeous! And Mo Siwan is too!"

"As expected of my goddesses!"

"Hehe, brother, give up dreaming. In our sect, who doesn't know that Senior Sister Mo Yuqing fancies Senior Brother Ling Mo! Though her younger sister, Junior Sister Wan, doesn't seem to be attached to anyone yet. If you've got the chops, you could go try your luck wooing her. Hehe—"

...

With the arrival of Mo Yuqing and Mo Siwan, the surrounding crowd erupted into excited chatter.