"Since you've managed to stand here, you must surely be no ordinary person! May I ask if you were once acquainted with Yu Zhu? If so, then you're certainly no stranger to us." The master of the Wu-Si Gate suddenly smiled warmly, speaking with great courtesy. This remark startled the young man standing beside him, who looked slightly surprised. Huang Li, upon hearing this, his expression turned pale, though a quiet smile of scorn played at the corner of his lips. "Indeed, I studied under Mo Ju-ren for several years. Your daughter-in-law, therefore, can be considered my senior sister—so we certainly aren't strangers. Yet, before you begin weaving new connections, perhaps we should first review the matter of the fall of the Mo family!" Huang Li felt deeply shocked and frustrated upon learning that Mo Yu-Zhu had married into his very rival's family, and had already decided to take decisive action. "You are a descendant of the Mo family!" the young man exclaimed, clearly astonished and full of surprise. The master of the Five Colors Sect also showed a look of surprise, but then his expression darkened, a shade of gloom flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, his robe rose and swelled without any wind, radiating an unmistakable and powerful aura. "Since you're a remnant of the Mo Estate, you won't be leaving—leave your lives behind!" the master declared, his voice sharp and resolute. "He said dryly, his face filled with disbelief. The young man on the other side also froze. 'Hmph!' Han Li had no intention of further delaying—he merely curled his fingers slightly, ready to launch several fire balls to strike and kill the two of them. But just then, Mo Yu Zhu, who had been tightly holding the little girl, suddenly stiffened, stepping swiftly in front of Han Li. "No! I won't allow you to kill the child's father. If you do, then kill me and my daughter as well!" she said, her expression sorrowful. Seeing this, Han Li furrowed his brow. The fire balls in his hands burst with a series of sharp crackles, suddenly swelling to the size of a bowl, glowing even more intensely. Though Mo Yu Zhu looked deeply distressed, she remained resolute, refusing to retreat. "Esteemed master," he said, "have you mistaken someone?" Our Five-Color Gate is no ordinary family—” the young man, deeply moved by Master Mo Yu Zhu’s selfless act of stepping forward to shield them, was also afraid that Han Li might, in his fury, strike both himself and his child down. Thus, he hurried to bring forth his powerful backing. But before he could finish speaking, Han Li cut in coldly, “Be silent! You two have no place to speak here. I know you’re backed by Lingshou Mountain, but to me, it makes no difference. If you utter one more word of nonsense, I’ll wipe out your entire family right away.” Hearing this, the young man flushed with embarrassment, eager to protest yet too afraid to do so, and anxiously turned to his father. To his eyes, though the Five-Color Gate Master remained composed, there was clearly a tremor of unease beneath the surface—something that only deepened his own sense of dread. “Give me a reason to spare them,” Han Li said calmly to Master Mo Yu Zhu, “this is not just a matter of avenging your family—it’s a personal request from Feng Wu herself.” "Wind-Walker is still alive? That's wonderful! I've been deeply worried about her all along. I only later learned that she had nearly jumped into the river back then." Upon hearing Han Li's words, Mo Yu Zhu beamed with relief. "Not only Wind-Walker, but also Cai Huan and the Fourth Mistress are all alive and well. Yet, I'm deeply disappointed in you now. Give me some time to be convinced—otherwise, I'll still have to take their lives." Han Li waved his hand, and the floating fire ball vanished completely, then spoke with cold determination. Seeing Han Li withdraw his attack, the two senior masters of the Five-Colored Sect breathed a collective sigh of relief—at least their lives were safe for now. They had truly feared Han Li's fury would make him ignore Mo Yu Zhu's explanations. The power of a cultivator, they knew far better than ordinary mortals, and thus, had no intention of resisting. Mo Yu Zhu also relaxed her expression, then softly said, "Frater Han, your willingness to come all the way from afar, on behalf of my father, to avenge the Mo family—thank you first and foremost. However, I would like to ask you, what is your reason for seeking vengeance against my husband? They never harmed any of the Mo family members directly; they merely issued a command. And that command wasn't something they could act upon independently—it was actually orchestrated by someone above them. As for who that someone is, you, being a cultivator, should know better than I do!" At bottom, he had only stepped in out of goodwill, based on their past relationship. Originally, that wasn't much of a stretch—after all, regardless of whether the patriarch and his son of the Wuxi Gate were innocent, they had inevitably been involved in the downfall of the Mo Mansion. But now that Mo Yuzhu had appeared, and had even become part of what was being called the "rival faction," it was something韩立 had never anticipated. He could only sigh in frustration, lamenting the caprice of fate! Since the people of the Mo Mansion themselves now held opposing views, Han Li naturally wouldn't want to make a move that would only serve to burden himself. After a moment's thought, he calmed his expression and spoke gently: "Sister's point is well taken. Still, no matter what, these two have clearly acted as accomplices. Even if they were killed, it wouldn't be entirely unjust. Moreover, as soon as they learned that I am from the Mo Mansion, they immediately adopted a stance of wanting to eliminate me completely—making it hard to believe they had no connection whatsoever to the fall of the Mo Mansion." "Having said this, Han Li's face once again turned cold, causing a sudden shift in the expressions of the Five-Color Master and the young woman—both now deeply anxious and on edge. "Now that the matter has involved my sister, and since your two sisters have differing opinions among yourselves, I have no intention of being the one to cause discord. I shall leave it to you to resolve this yourselves. I hope you will be able to persuade Feng Wu." With these words, Han Li subtly transmitted a message to the young woman, conveying the current status and whereabouts of Mo Feng Wu and Mo Cai Huan. Upon hearing this, the Five-Color Master and the young woman both realized that the cultivator had abandoned the idea of killing them, and thus breathed a collective sigh of relief. The Five-Color Master, in particular, smiled warmly and stepped forward, eager to establish closer ties with Han Li. Yet, the master's cold gaze immediately chilled him, and he hesitated, unable to take another step. "I do not know how you managed to arrange for my sister to marry your son, nor do I intend to press matters that have already come to pass." But from now on, treat my senior sister better—otherwise…" Han Li's words weren't finished, yet everyone present clearly sensed the underlying threat. "Han brother, you've misunderstood! I certainly have…" Mu Yu Zhu hurried to clarify for the two of them, but before she could finish speaking, the elder had already interrupted. "Master, please rest assured—I will certainly ensure my son treats Yu Zhu with care and kindness, never allowing her to suffer even the slightest hardship." Indeed, the head of the Five-Tinted Gate was quite perceptive, realizing that Han Li wasn't really seeking an explanation, but merely a promise. Thus, he offered a sincere assurance. Han Li nodded, indicating his satisfaction. Upon hearing this, Mu Yu Zhu's eyes flashed with gratitude. After a moment's hesitation, she suddenly gently handed over the little girl who had been sleeping in her arms all along. "Han brother, I know you've now reached the level of a celestial immortal. This is my daughter, Ying Ning. Please take her and hold her. It will be a good fortune for us, and she'll absorb some of your senior's celestial energy." "Mu Yu Zhu softly said. Hearing the beauty before her speak thus, Han Li was slightly taken aback, then smiled calmly and immediately took the child, lowering his gaze. How pure and innocent her face was—refined features, fair skin with a gentle rosy hue. Though still so young, Han Li already sensed a glimpse of the future Mu Yu Zhu in her. The little girl, seemingly exhausted from her daytime play, was still asleep, her face adorned with a sweet smile. Han Li restrained himself from reaching out to gently pinch the soft, infant-like cheeks, sighed softly, and reached into his storage pouch, pulling out a pale, translucent jade pendant, which he gently placed into the child's arms. Then, he returned the child along with the jade to Mu Yu Zhu. "This enchanted jade, though not particularly rare, warms in winter and cools in summer, and keeps insects at bay. I'll keep it as a memento for her." After several great battles, Han Li had captured a variety of magical artifacts and some rare treasures seldom found in the world—this Lingzheng Jade was one of them.