One second he was outside the forest, the next he was inside it. This feeling... Even experiencing it firsthand, there’s no word to describe it.
Thinking back to how Wen Xiao’ai’s daily life involved flying around and practicing spells he could never reach in his lifetime, Jun Moyan once again profoundly and clearly realized the gap between them.
Shaking off the clutter in his mind, Jun Moyan took out his phone and turned on the flashlight, glancing around.
"What are you going to do next?"
"Of course, find the portal." Wen Xiao’ai said, as dazzling purple lights flashed from her fingertips. She swiftly made several gestures while chanting incantations softly.
She knew the locations of portals from the Demon Realm to other realms, but the portal from the Human Realm to the Demon Realm required careful searching.
Jun Moyan watched intently from the side, fearing that the careless Wen Xiao’ai might make a mistake.
The purple light made her small face transparent, and Jun Moyan clearly saw Wen Xiao’ai’s initial smile, which quickly turned into a frown.
A face full of confusion and puzzlement.
There was obviously a problem.
He wanted to ask what was wrong but was afraid of disturbing her, so he could only wait on the side.
Wen Xiao’ai murmured to herself, not giving Jun Moyan time to ask.
Her pale fingers quickly made several changes, the purple light at her fingertips growing stronger, gathering around her and engulfing her.
In this dark forest, it was quite striking.
Wen Xiao’ai closed her eyes, concentrating deeply and carefully sensing the aura she had just perceived.
She had just found the portal, but it seemed she sensed Demonic Qi.
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Wen Xiao’ai again formed gestures, closed her eyes, and prepared to investigate further.
As her spirit approached the portal, an incredibly familiar aura descended from the sky straight towards her.
Wen Xiao’ai’s eyes snapped open, instinctively looking up at the sky.
As a beam of white light cut through the night sky, a graceful figure in white, stepping on the light, appeared in mid-air above the forest.
Wen Xiao’ai stared blankly at the person suddenly appearing in the air, her small mouth slightly agape in surprise.
The newcomer wore a snow-white straight-collared robe, with excellent drape, a moon-white cloud-patterned wide belt around the waist, and only a piece of excellent-quality black jade hanging, rough in shape yet ancient and deep, clearly not an ordinary object.
His hair tied with a silver crown, black hair flying, as his attire fluttered, his face as pure as jade free from earthly dust.
Those eyes which see through all worldly things, treat them equally, always contain a gentle and amiable light, with a perpetual faint smile at the lips.
Like a dream, like an illusion.
He customarily placed one hand behind him and descended from the sky, slowly landing from mid-air.
The dim and oppressive atmosphere around seemed to brighten and warm with his arrival.
More akin to a celestial being than any deity.
The man’s appearance sparked a strong sense of crisis in Jun Moyan.
Even though he’d never seen this person, he seemed to have guessed who he was.
The man steadily landed on the ground without stirring a speck of dust beneath his feet, one hand placed in front, the other behind, warmly gazing at the stunned Wen Xiao’ai.
Smiling, he softly called out, "Xiao’ai."
Wen Xiao’ai snapped back to reality, and upon awakening, rushed towards the man, throwing herself into his embrace.
Ye Qi chuckled, gently patting the little head nestled against his chest.