The transparent barrier formed a dome with shimmering dark blue seawater. Fu Mingxu, who had obtained the records about the Wu tribe, was in a good mood and let Han Tao lead him out of the barrier.
As they stepped out of the barrier, the seawater rushed in, and their hair floated in the water, yet they obediently did not obstruct anyone's view.
With the legacy of the Merfolk, Fu Mingxu could move freely in any water.
With no one else watching, the little mermaid finally emerged from her sleeve.
Han Tao looked at the little mermaid swimming happily beside the two of them with a cryptic expression. He was just like Fu Mingxu, able to sense the presence of the two of them within the little mermaid, but he had no idea where the little mermaid came from.
He recalled something the little mermaid had once said unintentionally, and had a vague suspicion in his mind, but he couldn't prove it, so he had to suppress that strange idea in his heart.
Fu Mingxu, who was feeling relaxed, became interested and grabbed the little mermaid's tail, holding him up in front of him and asking, "By the way, what's your name?"
The little mermaid opened her big eyes and said earnestly, "Daddy and Mommy both call me baby."
Therefore, he felt that his name was simply the two loving words "baby".
"Baby?" Fu Mingxu chewed on the word for a moment, then chuckled. He scratched the little mermaid's head and joked, "Is your name Fu Baby?"
Han Tao, who was standing to the side, did not interrupt the conversation between the two. He put his arm around Fu Mingxu's waist and said in a deep voice, "Hold on tight."
As the water splashed, the dark blue sea gradually faded, and the two emerged from the water. The bright sunlight shone down, reflecting off the crystal-clear waves.
At the same time, the little mermaid's cheerful voice came: "That's right, my mother's surname is Fu, so of course I'll be called Fu Baobao."
So naturally, without considering what surname his father, who had recently been acting spoiled towards him, had.
Fu Mingxu was amused by the little mermaid and laughed heartily, making even the sea breeze blowing in his face seem much gentler.
Han Tao's lips curled up slightly, and without pausing, he transformed into a golden light and leaped directly towards Yunhan City, finally landing inside the City Lord's Mansion.
"Is this where Daddy and Mommy live now?" The newborn Fu Baobao landed on Fu Mingxu's shoulder and looked at everything in front of him with curiosity. He nodded his little head and mumbled, "It feels a bit like where we used to live."
Fu Mingxu didn't take his words to heart, thinking it was just a child's curiosity about everything. Looking at everything familiar in front of him, he always felt that no matter how he left, he would eventually go home.
He was startled by the thought that suddenly popped into his head.
Han Tao noticed his unusual behavior and asked with lowered eyes, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Fu Mingxu noticed Han Zhengzhi coming in from outside and guessed that Han Tao probably had a lot of things to deal with in Yunhan City after being away for so long. "I'm a little tired, I'll go back first."
After saying that, he took Fu Baobao off his shoulder and stuffed her into his sleeve.
When Han Zhengzhi arrived, Han Tao was watching Fu Mingxu enter the Green Bamboo Courtyard.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing his golden hair ribbon to flutter. When he turned around, he was once again his usual cold and aloof demeanor.
"Lord of the City, you're back." Han Zhengzhi looked excited. He glanced at Fu Mingxu's back a few times and patted the things in his hands. "Today we can finally finish decorating the main room, so the Lord of the City and Master Fu can rest together from now on."
He secretly admired the priest's foresight, and his gaze swept over Fu Mingxu, who was opening the window and tidying up something on the table by the window. He didn't forget to remind his city lord, "Master Fu is tidying up his things. City lord, please go and help him move his luggage to the main room."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two saw Fu Mingxu smile and nod at them before closing the window.
Looking at the tightly closed window, Han Zhengzhi finally realized something was wrong. He asked in surprise, "Could it be that Master Fu is unwilling to sleep in the same bed as the City Lord?"
Han Tao's tense face twitched, and his thin lips moved slightly. "Of course not."
"It seems I misunderstood." Han Zhengzhi didn't think much of it. He nodded with satisfaction, like a worried old father. "The city lord got his wish, and the priest's worries were also resolved."
Everything is moving in a positive direction.
Han Tao did not refute his words. After a few moments of silence, he said, "I'll go see how you arranged it."
After saying that, he glanced at the window, turned around, and walked towards the main room.
"Master Fu will definitely like it!" Han Zhengzhi nodded confidently, and seeing that his city lord had already walked a distance, he quickly followed. "City lord, let me tell you, especially that bed, it was carefully selected by the priest."
Upon hearing this, Han Tao had a bad feeling, which was confirmed when he entered the main room.
The heavy curtains had been removed, and the bright light dispelled the old darkness inside. Han Tao didn't even have time to marvel at the newly renovated main room; his gaze was fixed on the bed that occupied a third of the space.
Han Zhengzhi then explained, "Don't be fooled by this dark bed; it's made of Ink Sea Jade from the depths of the Illusion Sea. This jade is not only..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Tao interrupted, "Why is this bed so big?"
He recognized the inkstone; such a large piece was truly hard to find, and he wondered where the priest had gotten it from.
Faced with his question, Han Zhengzhi smiled shyly on his upright face: "The priest said it was all for the sake of the city lord's dual cultivation."
After hearing his explanation, Han Tao, who understood, remained silent, neither saying whether it was good or bad, which made Han Zhengzhi very uneasy.
But at least they didn't say anything about moving the bed, so Han Zhengzhi felt at ease arranging the rest of the things.
Han Tao ignored him, took a deep breath, stepped out of the room, and looked towards the direction of the green bamboo courtyard. He rubbed his forehead with a headache.
Compared to the size of the bed, what's more important is how to get Fu Mingxu to agree to sleep in the same bed with him.
He stood there for a while and decided to go ask first.
But after taking two steps, he took a step back, afraid of being rejected.
When Han Zhengzhi came out, he saw his city lord standing silently in the doorway, facing the wind. He asked curiously, "City lord, is there anything else you need me to do?"
Not wanting others to discover that the two might not be able to sleep in the same bed in the future, Han Tao came up with another reason, "It's nothing. I'm going into seclusion for a while, so please don't come into the folded space for the time being."
If Han Zhengzhi doesn't come in, no one else can know about his relationship with Fu Mingxu.
Han Zhengzhi paused for a moment, then remembered that with Fu Mingxu present, the city lord probably didn't need his protection. Besides, the two were likely deeply in love, and his coming and going would be a disturbance.
Without much thought, he nodded very seriously: "Okay."
As evening approached and the sky began to fall, Han Tao finally bent his fingers and knocked on the door of the Green Bamboo Courtyard.
Fu Mingxu wanted to take a nap, but his mind was filled with the records of the Witch Clan. He only lay in bed for a short while before scratching his head and getting up again to study the records of the Witch Clan carefully.
The books laid out on the table were well preserved over the long years, except for a few creases on the pages, clearly from being read repeatedly.
When he turned to the first page, he discovered that the records of the Wu tribe were actually written in the script of the Merfolk.
Having inherited the legacy of the merfolk, Fu Mingxu could recognize its contents at a glance.
"The script of the Merfolk?" Si Yang Xianjun's surprised voice came from the communication talisman. After a moment's thought, he said, "It's also possible that the scripts of the Witch Clan and the Merfolk Clan are the same?"
Looking at the bright witch clan totems on the book, Fu Mingxu knew that the book must have been written by the witch clan. Therefore, the only explanation for the text on it was as Si Yang Xianjun had guessed.
But if that's the case, it would be too strange.
Si Yang Xianjun's voice continued: "You all wait for me in Yunhan City, I'll be there now."
The Witch Clan was once the most skilled clan on the Cangling Continent in discerning heavenly secrets and divination. After learning that Fu Mingxu had obtained the records of the Witch Clan and might be able to find their location, he would definitely go there.
Fu Mingxu was not surprised. Although Si Yang Xianjun did not remember what happened before he went back in time, he would not stop him from making the decision.
However, he noticed that he said "I" instead of "we".
Fu Mingxu finally paid more attention to Qi Muyuan, whom he had never seen by Si Yang Xianjun's side before the time rewind.
"Would Sect Leader Qi like to come along?" he asked carefully, adding as he finished, "The Witch Clan has been gone for a long time, and who knows what lies beneath the changing times. The more people there are, the greater the hope of finding them."
Even from a great distance, Fu Mingxu heard Si Yang Xianjun's reply: "He is in seclusion and will not go."
After receiving a definite answer, the two ended their communication. Fu Mingxu placed the little mermaid in the space of the Heaven and Earth Mystic Mirror, and then channeled some chaotic energy into him. Satisfied to see him fall into a deep sleep, he then withdrew his gaze.
Strangely enough, the little mermaid accepted his chaotic energy without hesitation, rolled around contentedly on the pile of spiritual herbs in the Xuanjing space, and then fell into a deep sleep.
If he weren't certain he couldn't have children now, he would definitely suspect that Fu Baobao was his own child.
Fu Mingxu shook his head with amusement. He didn't think about it anymore and instead focused all his attention on the records of the Wu tribe in front of him.
As the sun began to set in the west, he gazed at it for a long time without realizing it, until a knock sounded at the door. Looking up, he saw a tall and imposing figure standing in the courtyard.
"Han Tao." He put down his book, turned his head slightly, and called out to him.
The light of the setting sun fell on Wei Yang's neck, like white jade with a faint shimmer of water.
Before the last syllable had even finished, Han Tao flashed and landed in front of the window in an instant.
The tall figure blocked the only light. Fu Mingxu's fingers were still on the unclosed book. He squinted at him and said, "You need something from me."
Since their intimate moments, the two have developed a subtle, almost tangible connection in their emotions.
"I wanted to ask if you'd like to rest." Han Tao pursed his thin lips, clenched his fist in his wide sleeves, and lowered his golden eyes. "Go to the main room."
After he finished speaking, there was a long-lost silence between the two.
Fu Mingxu's finger twitched, and he raised an eyebrow. "The main room?"
His tone was drawn out, clearly expressing doubt, but to Han Tao it was like a hook, making him itch with desire.
Han Tao's ears burned, and he parted his thin lips slightly. "Yes, the main room has been prepared."
The implication was obvious, and he even went on to say, "There's also a study over there with a window."
Fu Mingxu slammed the book shut, stood up, and tilted his head back slightly. He stared at the golden eyes for a while, then chuckled softly, "So, this space will just be empty?"
Her dark hair swayed in the wind, intertwining with her blue hair ribbon, making the skin around her neck appear even whiter and more lustrous.
Han Tao's gaze fell on that pristine white space. His Adam's apple bobbed, but his tone remained steady: "This place can be converted into a complete alchemy room."
Fu Mingxu said "Oh" but didn't say anything more.
Han Tao couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and felt uneasy. She wanted to ask him again, but she was afraid of hearing an answer she didn't want.
After a while, the setting sun, hanging obliquely on the horizon, withdrew its last rays of light from the earth.
"I'm tired." Fu Mingxu lowered his eyes slightly and sighed. "Take me to rest."
A surge of ecstasy welled up in Han Tao's heart, the joy breaking through the chill of the falling night and making his blood run hot.
As soon as he finished answering, Fu Mingxu felt his feet lighten, and when he realized what was happening, he was being held in warm arms.
The books on the table disappeared, leaving only silence in the bamboo courtyard.
As the beast candle flickered, the ink-black jade was as black as ink, yet it could not match the texture of the flowing black hair.
The contrast between the ink-black color and the pure white color was striking in an instant, like the snow on a high mountain gradually melting and finally turning into the indescribable ink color in the golden eyes.
Fu Mingxu, lying on the inside, felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and softly called out, "Han Tao."
With the blessing of two inheritances, the once fragile human body has long since transformed and can now withstand the human form of the dragon race.
It was merely a humanoid form of a dragon.
Han Tao clearly knew this as well, and in an instant, their breaths mingled.
The newly replaced light gauze curtains were lowered over Mo Haiyu's bedside, and in the flickering candlelight, two figures were indistinct and indistinct.
The moon leaped up, and its rich moonlight poured down.