Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor-Chapter 4682: Mo Ze’s Whereabouts

Chapter 4682: Mo Ze’s Whereabouts

In the depths of a certain sea area, Xuanyuan Mo Ze, whom everyone was searching for, lay in a deep slumber. He was enveloped by the immense pressure of the seawater, his entire being was encased within a protective, bubble-like barrier. Within this tranquil enclosure, he remained utterly still, his breathing barely perceptible, akin to one who had departed from the living realm.

Throughout the abyssal expanse, various spirit fish and formidable sea monsters swam along the dark currents. Yet, they all instinctively steered clear of the area surrounding Xuanyuan Mo Ze. The bubble that enveloped him emitted a gentle glow, contrasting with the potent aura that emanated from within. This bubble-like phenomenon cast a subtle green glow, an almost imperceptible shimmer in the deep-sea darkness, discernible only upon close inspection.

While the spirit fish and sea monsters of the deep dared not approach Xuanyuan Mo Ze, the ambient spirit energy of the ocean subtly permeated his seemingly lifeless form in delicate wisps. He remained in his unconscious state, suspended in a silent slumber.

Meanwhile, in the Upper Immortal Realm, atop the majestic Yunxiao Mountain, three young children were peacefully sleeping within the humble confines of a thatched cottage. Perhaps drawn by the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the simple dwelling, the eldest, Hao’er, stirred and opened his eyes. He sat up, his gaze taking in the unadorned interior of the thatched cottage. A momentary stillness washed over him as if a thought had just surfaced, and it took him a brief moment to fully regain his awareness.

The subtle movements of Hao’er must have reached the ears of Muchen and Muyue, who occupied the other two beds within the small space. They soon stirred, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and sitting up to regard their older brother.

“Big Brother? What’s wrong?” Yue’er inquired, her voice still laced with the drowsiness of just awakening. Her hair, disheveled from sleep, framed her delicate features, which nonetheless retained a charming and endearing quality.

“Nothing,” Hao’er replied, his gaze directed towards the brightening sky visible through the cottage opening. “I just thought it was time to get up and practice.” The morning sun cast a soft and warm glow, creating a comfortable ambiance. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and called the other two, “Get up and wash yourselves! Let’s go outside to practice.”

“Yeah!” The two younger children responded in unison, promptly rising to attend to their morning business.

After a swift wash, Yue’er approached Hao’er, her hair still adorably messy, and requested, “Big Brother, help me tie my hair.”

Hao’er, who had just completed a series of stretches, turned at the sound of her voice. Seeing Yue’er’s approach with her tangled locks, he walked over to her. “Yue’er,” he said gently, “Big Brother will teach you how to tie your own hair. Pay close attention, okay?”

Upon hearing this, Yue’er looked up at him, her eyes flickered momentarily, and then she nodded in agreement.

“Alright,” she affirmed.

“Yue’er, you’re so clever,” Hao’er said with a warm smile, praising her willingness to learn. He then led her back to the room, seated her before the simple bronze mirror, and patiently began to instruct her on the intricacies of tying her hair.

Yue’er watched his movements with focused attention, diligently trying to learn the process. However, a question soon bubbled to the surface. “Big Brother, why haven’t we seen our master since he came back? Why did he leave us here and not take care of us? Does he not want us anymore? If he doesn’t want us, will he send us back to our mother?”

Hearing Yue’er’s heartfelt query, Muchen, who had been standing nearby, also listened with keen interest. Since their arrival at this place, they had not encountered the man who had brought them here, the one they were told was their master. Furthermore, they had been left alone in this modest thatched hut for several days, with no other presence besides the three of them.

“Master must be busy,” Hao’er reassured them, his gaze drifting towards the outside. “Besides, he left us here with food delivered by the Bifang bird every day. Maybe he’ll come find us when he’s finished with his tasks.” As he spoke, his eyes caught sight of a magnificent seven-colored bird soaring gracefully across the vast expanse of the sky.