270: Chapter 270 An Improper Room

"Xiao Yan... I'm going now..."

In the endless pitch-black darkness, Qian Mo's figure slowly walked towards the depths of the darkness.

"Wait... Mo..."

For some reason, seeing his retreating back, a sense of grief like never before instantly flooded Xing Yaoyan's entire being.

She wanted to reach out and pull him back, but soon discovered that her body didn't move; it was completely beyond her control.

She just stood there, watching quietly as he walked forward slowly with heavy steps, never once looking back.

It wasn't until his silhouette completely disappeared into the darkness that she realized her body had suddenly started moving on its own, turning around to walk backward.

As her body moved, Xing Yaoyan finally discovered that behind her was a patch of warm light.

"Go back! What are you doing!"

A feeling from the void told her that the darkness was very dangerous, and that Qian Mo would likely not survive this journey.

Xing Yaoyan didn't understand why she was so heartlessly letting Qian Mo enter the darkness; clearly, the dawn of hope was everywhere behind her, so why didn't she pull him back...

She began to struggle, began to let out silent screams, hoping to regain control of her body...

Soon, she found that her body had actually stopped moving.

Just as she thought her efforts had worked, a warm sensation suddenly came from her eye sockets.

She was crying...

"Wait for me..."

Her choked voice suddenly rang out.

But she hadn't just spoken...

And in the next moment, the light before her eyes instantly grew larger, finally completely occupying Xing Yaoyan's entire field of vision...

"Qian Mo!!!"

Xing Yaoyan abruptly sat up from the bed, subconsciously pulling the quilt to her chest, her chest rising and falling slightly.

A sliver of sunlight shone through the curtains; the light she had just seen in her vision must have been this ray of orange sunlight...

It seemed to be the next morning now...

She immediately turned her head to look around.

This seemed to be a tidy room. The lights weren't on, but her lupine night vision easily allowed her to see the surroundings: a fluffy carpet covered the floor, a huge crystal television sat in front of her bed, an intelligent central processor was on the ceiling, and in the vast room, there was only the large bed in the center where she lay.

The bed was circular, and both the pillows and quilt were pink-toned. Most importantly, whether it was the carpet or the quilt, they were covered in large, big hearts—at a glance, it was clearly not a proper style...

"Ying!"

Xing Yaoyan suddenly realized something and hurriedly lifted the quilt to check her own body. Upon discovering that the thing she feared hadn't happened, she breathed a slight sigh of relief, and the two wolf ears on her head drooped slightly as a result.

At the same time, a strange cold sensation traveled down her spine. She realized that her long wolf tail had accidentally slipped out from under the quilt and was resting on the floor, catching a draft.

Xing Yaoyan subconsciously bent down to tuck her tail back into the quilt. Suddenly, memories from before she passed out flooded into her mind. Xing Yaoyan immediately covered her head in some pain, and the two long, pointed wolf ears on her head trembled.

"What is this... No! I remember passing out during the battle while wearing the Star Cult Priest's clothes. What's going on with this pajama and nightgown now!"

She checked her entire body once more and, finding that she truly hadn't been touched, breathed another long sigh of relief.

She glanced to the side inadvertently and found her phone placed on the bedside table, with her Star Cult white robes neatly folded on top of it.

"So, was it Huan Wuxing who brought me away..."

This was the most likely scenario Xing Yaoyan could think of.

"But she is indeed quite reliable. However, ever since letting her go this time, who knows when we will meet again? Perhaps only at the Xingyao Meeting..."

Xing Yaoyan sighed. She knew that Huan Wuxing had likely already left. It was good enough that she hadn't come to settle scores, let alone saving her...

She then checked the condition of her Spirit Sea.

Seeing that she had finally appeared, Little Chaos and Xiao Dao quickly ran over to fuss over her. After receiving confirmation that she was alright, they finally relaxed.

Xiao Dao told her that due to the excessive use of the Breath of the Abyss, combined with her use of the Star Pattern that hadn't fully recovered, at one point the Breath of the Abyss had nearly spiraled out of control. Fortunately, that mysterious purple ball of light from before had suppressed them back at the critical moment, preventing a disaster.

Xing Yaoyan hurriedly went to check that purple ball of light and found its radiance remained. The viscous Breath of the Abyss surrounded it, rotating slowly like countless small planets attracted by a massive star.

She then looked at her Star Pattern; the three golden sacred marks that composed it had dimmed considerably, appearing to have suffered a certain degree of damage.

Xing Yaoyan sighed slightly. Although her Star Pattern's ability was extremely Heaven-Defying and could summon another super-strong version of herself to fight in her stead, the consumption was high and recovery was slow.

If she were to let it recover automatically, it would take at least a year or so. However, if she were to absorb Star Souls or star marrow, it could save a lot of trouble.

But she had long been familiar with these cute tenants in her Spirit Sea. They were like pets she had raised with feelings, and she was extremely unwilling to use their lives to restore her Star Pattern.

As for star marrow... that thing was something that could be sought but never found...

She carefully got out of bed; the previous battle and the erosion of the Breath of the Abyss still left her body extremely weak.

Barefoot, she stepped onto the carpet and, with somewhat unsteady steps, poured a cup of hot water. She held the cup wall carefully with both hands, feeling the comfortable water temperature.

The warmth of this hot water seemed to have a magical power, emptying out the various chaotic emotions in her heart and leaving behind a sense of peaceful tranquility...

She finally lowered her head and took a gentle sip.

The comfortable warmth flowed down her throat, along her esophagus into her stomach, and finally spread throughout her entire body, causing her ears to twitch involuntarily and a satisfied smile to appear on her face.

"Sure enough, what the older generation says about drinking more hot water really is useful..."

Xing Yaoyan placed her hand on her chest, squinting her eyes to feel the magic brought by the hot water.

But soon, her expression changed.

She quickly put down the water cup, lowered her head, and hurriedly rummaged around her chest with both hands...

Finally, her face turned ugly as she clenched her fists.

The pendant that Qian Mo had given her was gone...

She remembered that she had always been wearing it. Could it have been lost during the battle?

Impossible... It must have been accidentally knocked off while she was sleeping...

Refusing to believe it, Xing Yaoyan climbed back onto the bed and burrowed into the quilt to search everywhere.

And just at this moment, the electronic lock on the door suddenly turned from red to green, and then quietly opened...