90: Aunt Bibi Dong's concern

“A personal maid?”

Xiao Zhan, who was seated in the main chair, paused, then suddenly understood, “Oh, you mean that collateral branch girl named Xiao Mei? Last year, I saw that her talent was decent, and she was clever. She was also willing to sacrifice for the family, so I arranged for her to go and take care of Mo Yuhan’s daily life.”

“What, is she not serving him well?”

“No… no, Yu Han junior brother likes Cousin Xiao Mei very much.”

Xiao Yu quickly shook her head, but her cheeks flushed slightly.

She didn't know why she cared about this.

Was it because Xiao Mei’s delicate and dependent demeanor was an eyesore?

Or… a thought that she herself didn’t want to delve into quietly crossed her mind—why wasn’t it her who was sent over then?

This thought was like a spark, burning her heart and making her panic. She quickly picked up her teacup and gulped down a mouthful to conceal hergaffe.

“Good! That’s good!”

Xiao Zhan slapped the armrest fiercely, his face full of relief and triumph, “Haha! I knew from the start that Mo Yuhan was no ordinary person. Sending Xiao Mei over would both build good karma and take care of his daily needs, killing two birds with one stone.”

“Now it seems, it was simply a stroke of genius!”

He stroked his short beard, his face glowing, “A Second-Rank Alchemist at nine years old, and a One-Star Dou Shi (Fighting Master). How old is he? Hahaha… This time, my Xiao Family has truly latched onto a hidden dragon! Jia Lie Bi, that old dog, must be regretting it bitterly!”

In the corner of the council hall, a dark figure stood silently as if merged with the shadows.

Xiao Xuner sat gracefully on a chair by the window, holding an ancient book, seemingly oblivious to the noise in the hall.

Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, falling on her exquisitely elegant profile. Her long, thick eyelashes were lowered, casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids.

Her posture was serene, like a fairy untouched by dust, but only she knew that when she heard words like “Second-Rank Alchemist” and “Dou Shi (Fighting Master),” her fingertips had almost imperceptibly curled.

Behind her, that dark figure—Ling Ying—his low voice sounded like a whisper, carrying genuine admiration and a hint of imperceptible regret: “Young Miss… This boy is truly a prodigy. In one year, from Dou Zhe to Dou Shi (Fighting Master), and also a Second-Rank Alchemist… This talent, I’m afraid it would be difficult to find a second one in the entire Northwest Continent, or even the Dou Qi Continent.”

“If only… Young Master Xiao Yan could also…”

His subsequent words remained unfinished, but the unspoken meaning was exceptionally clear in the quiet corner.

Xiao Xuner’s fingers, which were turning the book page, paused slightly.

She did not, as usual, immediately speak up to defend Xiao Yan when she heard comparisons unfavorable to him, or offer encouragement with a gentle gaze.

She just sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the yellowed pages, as if the words on them contained endless mysteries.

Sunlight fell on her delicate chin, and her beautifully curved red lips tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then slowly relaxed again.

She said nothing, nor did she show any expression, as if Ling Ying's regretful sigh was merely a gentle breeze blowing through the window lattice.

However, this very silence was more thought-provoking than any vehement rebuttal.

The clamor in the council hall continued, with the Elders echoing Xiao Zhan’s excitement, envisioning the bright future of the Xiao Family's good relationship with Mo Yuhan.

Meanwhile, in another dark study within the Xiao Family mansion, the atmosphere was completely opposite.

Jia Lie Bi’s corpulent body was slumped in a large chair, his face ashen, as if all his bones had been removed.

A secret report in his hand, stating Mo Yuhan’s return, was clutched so tightly it was almost tearing apart.

“He’s back… He’s really back…”

He muttered distractedly, his voice dry and hoarse, carrying an uncontrollable fear, “A Second-Rank Alchemist… Dou Shi (Fighting Master)… It’s only been a year… Monster! He’s a monster!”

The news of Mo Yuhan's crushing defeat of General Manager Jia Liejie in the alley, and then the subsequent news of him killing Jia Liejie and his group in the Monster Mountain Range in Qingshan Town, reappeared vividly before his eyes, like the most terrifying nightmare.

The towering hatred from the initial revenge for the disabled son and the family disgrace, now, under the crushing pressure of the absolute power gap and the opponent's terrifying growth rate, quickly melted away like ice and snow under the scorching sun, leaving only bone-deep, icy fear!

“What to do… what to do…”

His somewhat gaunt fingers nervously gripped the armrest of the chair, his fingernails scraping against the mahogany, producing a grating sound.

Mo Yuhan had returned, with even greater strength and a more prominent identity, not only a Canaan Academy student but also a direct disciple of the Black Rock City Alchemist Guild President.

The Xiao Family would surely treat him as a distinguished guest.

Does the Jia Lie family still have a way out?

He seemed to already see the tragic scene of the Jia Lie Family being completely annihilated under Mo Yuhan's wrath and the Xiao Family's opportunistic blows! Despair, like an icy tide, instantly drowned him.

…

In the secluded small courtyard, after the greetings of reunion, Xiao Mei dutifully served hot tea and exquisite pastries, then thoughtfully retreated to the outer room to wait.

Only Mo Yuhan, Bibi Dong, and Little Fairy Doctor remained in the inner room.

The atmosphere once again became quiet and private.

Mo Yuhan picked up his teacup, the rising steam blurring his calm eyes. He looked at Bibi Dong, who was seated in the main chair, and his voice returned to a steady, unhurried tone as he said, “Auntie, I have successfully joined Canaan Academy. Once I formally enroll, I can find a way to obtain elixirs for you.”

Bibi Dong’s hand, holding the teacup, paused almost imperceptibly, and a faint glimmer flashed deep within her purple eyes.

Canaan Academy… Pharmacist Department…

This was undoubtedly a good choice.

She nodded slightly: “Just do your best, don’t overwork yourself. You… have done very well.”

A simple affirmation, spoken from her mouth, carried a heavy weight.

“Canaan Academy has a profound foundation and abundant resources, especially in terms of elixirs.”

Mo Yuhan put down his teacup, his gaze firmly fixed on Bibi Dong, “Auntie, please rest assured, I will obtain them for you.”

His words were resolute, carrying an undeniable determination.

Becoming stronger, acquiring elixirs, and curing his aunt—this was a goal etched into his bones since he left Wutan City.

Bibi Dong watched him quietly. The determination in the young man's eyes and that heavy sense of protection, like a warm current, quietly melted a frozen corner of her heart.

She was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, her voice still cool, but seemingly shedding a trace of an invisible burden: “You’ve worked hard, Han’er.”

The two characters “Han’er,” like invisible threads, once again wrapped around their hearts, creating a bond.

Little Fairy Doctor sat to the side, watching the unspoken understanding and protection between them, a warm smile flashed in her eyes, but then it turned into a hint of imperceptible sadness.

She gently stirred the tea in her cup, lowering her gaze.

Mo Yuhan’s gaze seemingly inadvertently turned to Little Fairy Doctor: “Sister Little Fairy Doctor, this past year, your cultivation… seems to have advanced remarkably fast?”

His tone carried admiration, but his eyes were sharp as knives, carefully observing every subtle change in Little Fairy Doctor.