Mo Yan's jealousy

The next morning…

Mo Yan woke up with a quiet jolt.

The space beside him was empty.

Yu Sui was gone.

His heart skipped.

Panic rose.

He stumbled out of bed, barely steady on his feet, and rushed outside

only to find…

Yu Sui sitting on a mango tree, happily munching away.

Yes...on top of a mango tree.

The mighty Grandmaster of Black Heaven… eating mangos like a child skipping school.

Yu Sui spotted Mo Yan wandering below in distress.

With that familiar mischief in his eyes,

he casually leaped down and landed right in front of him.

Mo Yan froze for a second

Relieved.

The tension in his chest eased,

his eyes softened.

Just when he was about to collapse, Yu Sui caught him, steadying him.

But the peaceful moment didn't last.

Suddenly, the beautiful witch appeared

the same one who always followed Yu Sui like a shadow.

She walked straight up and stood beside him.

Mo Yan's expression changed.

That was enough.

His hand flew to his sword, and in a flash, it was pointed at her throat.

The witch...calm, eerily graceful

stepped back,

but didn't blink.

Yu Sui quickly jumped in, shocked.

"Mo Yan, stop! She's not the enemy!"

He gently pulled Mo Yan's hand down.

Before Mo Yan could even argue,

the three moving corpses arrived, quietly taking their positions behind Yu Sui.

Yu Sui's face turned serious now.

He looked at the three and said softly but firmly,

"Take care of him… while I'm gone."

Then, turning to the witch..Wuzu, as he called her

Yu Sui left with her.

Mo Yan stood there, fuming.

His jaw clenched. His pride bruised.

His wounds aching.