Night deepened as the moonlight outside the window flowed in like water, spreading a layer of silver-white gauze across the wooden floorboards. The occasional sound of insects chirping in the distance only made the night feel even more serene. Ye Feng sat tiredly on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temples—the "shura field" of today had been far more mentally exhausting than his cultivation.
Ye Youning and Luna were each more than enough work to handle on their own, not to mention Ye Lingxuan, who loved nothing more than watching the chaos unfold.
It had taken every ounce of effort he had during dinner to stop his older sister from calling their parents.
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