The time difference between the two planes is such that three days in the present world equal three months in the Daoist Realm. If we arrange for everyone to rest in turns, the last group will have to wait for about a year and a half, by which time the battle with the Blood Demons will probably have begun.

"You don’t need to worry about that. The hall has everything arranged!" Gu Shenghui looked at everyone’s concerned expressions and reassured them with a smile, "In a training space with the same time flow speed as the Daoist Plane, we’ve built a scenic area with complete facilities. Before you rest, we’ll arrange for your families to move in early. It’s just three days, reuniting with family isn’t a waste of life, right? I’m sure they’ll be happy too."

After speaking, Gu Shenghui clasped his hands to his mouth and coughed twice as he instructed, "Take this opportunity of meeting your families to appropriately reveal a bit about our work nature to them. Don’t go into specific details, just allow them to understand that you are superpowered individuals. As for the confidentiality details, there will be specialized staff to discuss them with your families afterwards and secure their adherence."

"Sigh, I used to look forward to talking about it, now that I can, I don’t even know how to start!" Wang Wenze said, hugging his shoulders in helplessness.

"It’s not that complicated for me. I awakened my powers early, my family has known since I was little that I am special." Xia Yu, who had shown great strength from a young age, was the most relaxed person in the room.

"You all have it easy. I don’t even know how to explain about my brother! I’ve been lying that he’s on a business trip abroad. My parents have sensed something wrong several times and pressed me about whether Jiumu is in trouble." Ye Ruozai rarely shared his troubles with everyone.

"Keep it a secret if you can! Considering the time difference between the two planes, a year is only a matter of twelve days! It won’t hurt to let the seniors worry a bit for another half month. In a year, we’ll resolve this one way or another." Pei Yan suggested and promised.

"Ah! I know what I’m doing, don’t worry!"

Most people in the room had already started discussing how to explain things to their families when they returned home. Seeing this, Gu Shenghui clapped his hands to command attention and said, "Quiet! Discuss how to explain to your families privately later. I haven’t finished talking!" He then turned to Pei Yan, "There is still a lot to do about your affairs. After your sister and brother return from vacation to cover for Zheng and Xia in the first rotation, your sister will need to stay in the investigation hall as standby personnel, ready to respond to emergencies, and you will need to go to the Spirit Monster Realm."

"Spirit Monster Plane?"

"Yes, that’s also Lin Junzhao’s arrangement. You need to do something for the Ancestral God in the Spirit Monster Plane, and only then will he bestow upon you his unique Power of Origin. What that task is, she hasn’t said. Maybe she will inform you afterwards, or perhaps you’ll find out after meeting the Ancestral God in the Spirit Monster Realm."

After hearing this, Pei Yan nodded relieved, "I remember, Lin Junzhao did mention this to me before. Alright then, once things here are wrapped up, I’ll set off for the Spirit Monster Plane. Are there any other tasks?"

"There’s also a personal matter of yours." Gu Shenghui said as he gently rubbed his storage ring and took out a wooden box, handing it to Pei Yan, "During your coma, Demon Xila came by, saying she was here to visit you, perhaps to retrieve the previously agreed upon Origin Seed. After telling her you were unconscious, I directed her to the Immortal Palace to ask Lin Junzhao for it. We won’t break this promise. She didn’t say much, just asked for this box to be passed on to you before leaving."

"Oh?" Pei Yan took the wooden box, curiously opened the lid, took out what was inside, and looked at it with confusion, "What is this? A Magical Artifact?"

Inside the box was a pair of exquisitely crafted small bells. Pei Yan shook the bells, and a melodious ringing echoed in his ears. There was no detectable source energy fluctuation, and while the material was precious, it didn’t seem like the kind used for a Magical Artifact.

"Those are the bells on Sifuer’s horns! She sent you a pair! They’re quite similar!" A sour voice suddenly responded from behind Pei Yan.

"Oh! So they’re this?" Pei Yan realized, gently rubbing his storage ring, and took out another wooden box, retrieving a pair of wind chimes from it. These were the bells that he received as a farewell gift from Sifuer, when he left the Hell Plane prior to the competition; he had given her a lighter as a keepsake, and Sifuer had taken down the wind chimes from her horns as a gift to him. Xila had teased him about it at the time, suggesting these bells had a special meaning.

Upon comparing the two pairs of bells, Pei Yan quickly noticed the sun and moon patterns engraved on them. When the two were spun to a certain angle, the round sun and crescent moon would integrate and emit a brilliant light. Upon witnessing this change, Pei Yan proudly presented the bells, "Look! These two seem to be a pair, when these two patterns merge, they glow!"

As Pei Yan displayed the bells, he found everyone looking at him with a mixed expression of amusement and annoyance. He didn’t realize why until he noticed Zhao Yuanhu staring at him with a displeased face, reminding him that the earlier voice was from this young lady.

Pei Yan twitched the corner of his mouth and gave Zhao Yuanhu an awkward smile, before sheepishly withdrawing his neck and sitting back in his seat, returning the two pairs of bells to their respective wooden boxes and storing them back into his storage ring, muttering to himself, "What does Xila mean by sending me this? Was it Sifuer who asked her to pass it on? I saw her during my special training in the Demon Race, why didn’t she give it to me face-to-face then?"

"I don’t know that either! She just asked me to pass them on to you and didn’t say anything else. When I asked what it was, she just sighed and urged that you take good care of these items. If you really want to know why, you’ll have to ask her directly." Gu Shenghui patted Pei Yan’s shoulder and explained.

"There’s no time for that now! I’ll think about it after these matters are done here!" Whether it was because of the demands of the current tasks or considering the emotions of Zhao Yuanhu, who was behind him, Pei Yan didn’t have the time to handle this matter now. He wasn’t unaware of Sifuer’s feelings towards him, and he never claimed to be particularly devoted or someone entirely steeped in martial arts to the exclusion of all else. He had personal emotional pursuits, and at heart, he even somewhat enjoyed being pursued.

But Sifuer was different; she was from the Demon Race! Although the differences in appearance between the two races in normal states were only the horns on their heads, Pei Yan, who was relatively conservative, still couldn’t accept this kind of cross-species romance. He didn’t want to really leave himself with a mixed-blood illegitimate child on another plane. Doing so would not only be something he wouldn’t forgive himself for, but his father would also likely break his legs with a stick.

The few encounters they had, coupled with Pei Yan’s deliberate distance and politeness, kept their relationship at the level of friendship, with no further development.