However, Hong Ya wouldn’t listen.

Her small figure had already darted through the ajar door with a whoosh, leaving behind a crisp and slightly unreasonable shout echoing in the night sky:

"I know you’ve been busy lately, little junior brother. You have important things to do during the day and can’t afford any delays. But our mentor is idle all day, losing a bit of sleep doesn’t matter..."

Feng Mu opened his mouth, but the rest of his words could only be swallowed back helplessly. He gently shook his head, but his lips couldn’t help but curve into a warm smile.

This warmth was definitely not an emotional deception caused by the [Deceiver’s Glasses], but a genuine warmth from the heart.

What else could Feng Mu say? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He could only say that little senior sister’s "filial piety is commendable," and he still had much to learn!

Hong Ya’s action power was astonishing.

She not only "filially" roused their mentor Li Guishen but also pulled all the senior brothers and sisters at home out of their beds!

In an instant, the originally tranquil backyard of the martial arts school became lively.

The senior brothers and sisters, rubbing their eyes, yawning, and wrapping themselves in outer garments, gradually gathered around the stone table at the center of the yard.

Tonight, the martial arts school’s people were all present, except for the eldest senior brother who wasn’t there.

Although Li Hanyu now had 10 bodyguards with her at all times, she trusted only those people sent by Feng Mu.

Her trust didn’t conflict with viewing Feng Mu as a dog.

Or rather, it was because she viewed him as a dog that she could trust him.

A few minutes later, the atmosphere in the backyard became somewhat subtle.

Mentor Li Guishen was forcibly dragged out of bed by Hong Ya and was now sitting on a stone stool with a helpless expression.

With thick dark circles under his eyes, his graying hair was a bit disheveled. He casually draped an old coat over himself and glared at Hong Ya unamused, slowly pulling out an old, shiny brass smoking pipe from his waist.

"Puff... puff..."

He took a deep draw on the mouthpiece, and the poor-quality tobacco emitted a strong spicy smell as it burned.

The choking smoke rose up, temporarily covering his increasingly wrinkled, tree bark-like face, making it unclear to discern the emotions in his eyes—whether it was drowsiness, waking irritation, or something else.

The surrounding senior brothers and sisters, although woken up, were all sitting around the stone table now, their sleepiness mostly gone. Everyone was watching Feng Mu, who’d just come back, with interest.

Ever since this little junior brother entered the Second Prison, there hasn’t been a single quiet moment over there!

Various big and small events happened one after another, even frequently making the news, making them all quite intrigued.

Initially, they couldn’t be sure whether these things were all related to the little junior brother, but later, seeing Gong Qi humming a tune every night, barely able to suppress his smile, everything became unnecessary to say.

Old fifth was truly dining well alongside little junior brother, savoring delicious moments!

Thus, although disturbed from sleep, the senior brothers and sisters weren’t angry. Instead, they calmly and subtly observed Feng Mu.

Upon closer inspection, they did notice a difference.

In just a short time, little junior brother’s demeanor had significantly changed.

His initial awkwardness when he first came to the martial arts school had entirely vanished, and his demeanor had become much more composed.

The look behind his glasses was warm and gentle, and he carried a faint smile that made people unconsciously want to get closer.

He was just like a righteous person who had inadvertently joined a group of villains, yet the villains found themselves very fond of him—a contradictory charm, simply outrageous.

As for how great this charm was?

Look at Hong Ya.

Though little junior sister tried hard to stand seriously beside their mentor, her eyes occasionally drifted towards Feng Mu.

Her appearance was like a small fox eager to move, sneakily watching a chicken leg on its owner’s plate, both greedy and reserved, cute and funny.

Feng Mu naturally sensed the probing or curious gazes of the senior brothers and sisters.

He showed an apologetic smile, his gaze gentle as it swept around, speaking clearly and sincerely:

"Returning late at night, disturbing the sweet dreams of senior brothers and sisters—I’m truly sorry."

Second senior sister Liu Xie remained cool and indifferent, merely letting out a light "hmph" through her nose in response, her face expressionless.

The other senior brothers and sisters nodded.

The apology on Feng Mu’s face deepened slightly, and he leaned forward a bit, continuing:

"To express my apologies, I... specially brought everyone some ’supper,’ as a small gift."

"Supper?"

The senior brothers and sisters were momentarily stunned at the words.

They exchanged glances, looking towards Feng Mu, who stood empty-handed, momentarily unsure as to where the "supper" was.

The smile on Feng Mu’s lips widened, baring neat and white teeth as he chuckled:

"I ordered takeout; it should be on the way now!"

Gong Qi couldn’t hold it anymore, finally finding a chance to interject. He mysteriously added:

"Exactly, exactly, we ordered it on the way back. I wanted to dine out with little junior brother, but he insisted on bringing it back to share with everyone."

As Gong Qi finished speaking, the senior brothers and sisters exchanged another look. The bewilderment faded quickly, and they all shared a knowing look, followed by barely suppressed excitement and... anticipation!

Without words, an unusual tacit understanding, exclusive to this martial arts school, flowed in the air, and everyone began to beam with joy.

Watching the understanding smiles of the senior brothers and sisters, Feng Mu smiled as well, a smile that came from the heart, warm and relaxed.

The more he interacted with them, the more Feng Mu liked the senior brothers and sisters in the martial arts school.

They might have varying characters—some calm, some cunning, some cold, some sly—but in Feng Mu’s eyes, they were the most most most... simple people he had met since crossing over to this world.

No need for guessing minds or complex calculations, and most importantly, their preferences were all very singular and pure, matching his well.

Except...

Feng Mu’s gaze gradually drifted, finally landing on a stone stool in the corner, where Mentor Li Guishen was leisurely puffing smoke like an old farmer in the field with a pipe.

In the entire martial arts school, Mentor Li Guishen was the only one who always eluded Feng Mu’s understanding, despite their time together, he couldn’t discern any of his mentor’s temperament or likes.

The daily management of the martial arts school, the mentor didn’t involve himself;

In the daily team-building of the disciples, the mentor also didn’t participate;

When pulled out of bed by Hong Ya, the mentor wasn’t angry either;

It was only occasionally that he would teach some martial arts to the disciples, other times remaining silent, quietly staying in his room as if he were nonexistent.

Feng Mu had never been apprenticed to another school before, so he didn’t know what other mentors were like, but he dared to bet they wouldn’t be like Li Guishen, looking like he was retired every day.

Moreover, [Ronggui Sect] was a root and branch, authentic evil sect~

In the past, Feng Mu might not have thought much about it, but today he had to.

Feng Mu’s fingers unconsciously stroked the frame of his glasses.

Through the [Deceiver’s Glasses], a thick black light was emanating from the stooped figure of Li Guishen, and the "deadly attack" warning stabbed at Feng Mu’s retina.

Since acquiring these glasses, this was Feng Mu’s 1.5th time witnessing the "deep black" threat warning.

The 0.5 time came from the eldest senior brother, but the eldest was half black, half red.

Moreover, Feng Mu glanced down towards the shadow at his mentor’s feet, his pupils slightly contracting imperceptibly.

In that pitch-black, tranquil shadow, a section of an illusory health bar floated up mysteriously.

"???"

Feng Mu’s first reaction was that Venom slipped into his mentor’s shadow, then his second reaction was no, Venom was still obediently in his own shadow, so it was...

The mentor had also raised a "Venom" ?!!

ps: Can only ask for some monthly tickets for comfort, haha!