Chapter 120

"Ye Fengyun, are you trying to rebel?"

Tang Dahai, desperate to maintain his dignity as a father-in-law, reprimanded Ye Fengyun with a look of feigned sternness.

Ye Fengyun retorted with a cold, sharp command: "Leave!"

Stunned by the intensity of Ye Fengyun’s gaze and his authoritative tone, Tang Dahai stood frozen in place.

Tang Shihan stepped forward then and said, "Ye Fengyun, let's end this. But before we finalize the divorce, I hope you can fulfill our contract. Wait until the child is born. If you can do that, I won't ask you to repay the penalty fee."

With that, Tang Shihan unclasped the "Love of the Sea and Sky" from her neck and tossed it to him.

"Here, take your necklace back."

Ye Fengyun caught the pendant, his brow furrowing. He had no time to spare for this family; the Yunlan Sect was his priority, and the longer they lingered here, the more dangerous it became.

"Fine, fine, you're becoming a nuisance. Just go, hurry up and leave."

He waved his hand, urging them to depart immediately. His dismissive attitude wounded Tang Shihan deeply. It turned out that the days they had spent together were nothing more than a farce. She had foolishly believed there was affection between them, but now it was clear they were merely two parties bound by a contract.

Tang Shihan let out a scoff and turned to leave. Tang Dahai shot Ye Fengyun an angry glare before pulling Lin Yuzhen away. Lin Yuzhen looked at Ye Fengyun with a face full of disappointment, slowly shaking her head.

Watching Tang Shihan’s retreating back, Ye Fengyun felt an inexplicable ache in his chest. He pressed his hand against his heart, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Heart rate normal, pulse normal," he muttered to himself, his gaze complex as he watched the direction in which Tang Shihan had disappeared.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head, casting aside those distracting thoughts before leaping onto the second-floor windowsill and climbing inside.

"It is clear that an exorcism ritual took place in the matriarch’s room, yet the Lin family seems to have no memory of it."

Puzzled, Ye Fengyun spotted the butler approaching. He closed his eyes, traced his index and middle fingers across his eyelids, and opened them again. A flash of sharp light crossed his pupils, revealing a dark mist swirling around the butler’s eyes.

"The Ghost’s Veil."

Ye Fengyun finally understood why the Lin family knew nothing of the events in the matriarch’s room. Before the priests and exorcists had even arrived, the Yunlan Sect had used the Ghost’s Veil to blind the senses of the Lin family.

"Mr. Ye, is something the matter?" the butler asked as he approached.

Ye Fengyun walked up to him, made a plucking motion in front of the butler's eyes with his right hand, and then brushed his hands past the man’s ears. The butler immediately jolted, as if waking from a trance.

"Listen," Ye Fengyun commanded.

The butler’s brow furrowed. "That’s the Madam’s scream!"

He turned and rushed toward the matriarch’s bedroom, but no matter how hard he pulled, pushed, or shoved, the door remained immovable.

"Madam! Madam!" The butler hammered on the door in a panic.

Inside the room, Yunlan Zong was also deeply perplexed. He wondered why suppressing her consciousness had been so difficult this time, as if some unseen force were protecting her.

Yunlan Zong stopped, pressed his fingers together in a mystic seal, and massaged his temples. Moments later, he spotted a golden light emanating from beneath the bed.

"A talisman?"

Yunlan Zong crawled under the bed and tore the charm away. The golden light that had been shielding the matriarch immediately dissipated.

"It was that little girl, Lin Qinghuan." Yunlan Zong’s eyes turned cold. "No wonder she was skulking around outside this door."

The persistent knocking continued, grating on Yunlan Zong’s nerves.