I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 61, Section 1.4: The Fog Tracking Battle

"Are you really Mr. Adele's apprentice?" Daolin tilted his head, looking at Mu Yin. His white, tousled hair slightly obscured his fair, full forehead, revealing a pair of clear blue eyes with a cold smile. Beneath his white shirt, his slender figure was visible, with a prominent collarbone. Despite this, he gave off an air of lazy intelligence, without a trace of fragility.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie? Perhaps the answer will make you regret asking this question." Mu Yin frowned, stimulated by the frantic warning in his mind. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the sharp warning.

"Of course it's the truth. What use would I have for lies?" Dao Lin chuckled and, out of Mu Yin's sight, took out a gold pocket watch from his pocket and placed it behind his back.

"That's difficult. I'm not too keen on answering," Mu Yin said, shrugging with a troubled expression. "How about this: you tell me first why you suspect me so much, and then I'll consider whether I should break the rules and tell you."

"Is it against the rules..." Dao Lin murmured to himself a few times, then put away his pocket watch without hesitation and walked forward, clearly giving up on his idea.

"Aren't you going to persist?" Mu Yin asked, looking at Dao Lin's retreating figure.

You were so focused just now, and now you're only one step away from the answer, so why did you suddenly choose to give up?

I really can't understand Dao Lin at all...

“Actually, I’m not particularly curious.” Dao Lin touched the stone pillar in front of him and said slowly.

"Hmm?" Mu Yin raised an eyebrow, about to say something to Dao Lin with a smile, but the sound of light footsteps made his expression turn serious.

She turned her back to Dao Lin and slightly raised her eyes to look at the man who slowly emerged from the darkness.

His signature dazzling golden hair swayed gently in the breeze, and his azure eyes sparkled with a captivating light. A slightly frivolous smile graced his handsome face, giving him an air of irreverence yet simultaneously revealing his irresistible charm that drew everyone in.

"Long time no see..." He lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, his gentle whisper like that of a lover, tinged with tenderness, making it impossible not to be captivated by his deep and alluring voice.

Mu Yin took a step back, his expression cold and wary.

With his back to the two, Dao Lin touched the rough stone pillar with one hand and held a golden pocket watch in the other, his icy blue eyes quietly watching the second hand turn.

Fish glanced at Mu Yin quietly, then suddenly changed her tone and said coldly, "No, it should be said that this is our first meeting."

"You found out so quickly?" Mu Yin frowned. He thought he could fool Fei Xiu, after all, he and Mu Yegui were just two personalities, but in essence they were one person.

"You're Xiao Ye Gui's brother? No... even twins can't have identical siblings." Fei Xiu stroked his smooth chin with his slender fingers, glancing thoughtfully at Mu Yin, seemingly quite puzzled by his existence.

"What do you want with that expressionless face? I'll pass on the message to her for you." With his dark golden vertical pupils fixed on Fei Xiu, Mu Yin's hand had already reached for the hilt of the short sword at his waist.

“That’s troublesome. I only want to tell her personally, and I don’t need anyone to do it for me.” Fish glanced at Mu Yin, his azure eyes containing a hint of madness, which he suppressed tightly.

"There's no room for discussion." Mu Yin drew his short sword and charged towards Fei Xiu. In fact, he also wanted to see Mu Ye Gui, but the two had argued and Mu Ye Gui didn't want to talk to him at all!

He wants to see Mu Yegui too, okay?!
Depend on!
Mu Yin was internally frantic, but his attacks on Fei Xiu didn't stop. However, all of them were dodged without exception, and the opponent seemed completely relaxed and at ease.

"As expected, it's useless..." Dao Lin sighed softly and put the golden pocket watch back into his pocket. He had been trying to use the item since earlier, but unfortunately, he couldn't. There were three possibilities: one, the ruins couldn't use items; two, the item's use was being interfered with by some factor, causing abnormal operation; three, the item was ineffective against it.

Dao Lin turned around and looked at the battle, which was so close to being a blur that the two people's movements were completely indistinguishable. He shook his head, thinking that all three possibilities were possible.

Fish grabbed Mu Yin's short sword with two fingers and said slowly in an extremely relaxed tone, "Although I really want to fight you, let's wait until September. After all, the best prey should always be saved for last."

"Aren't you going to introduce yourselves?" Dao Lin took a few steps forward, looked at the two people who were stuck in a stalemate, and asked with a light laugh.

"Fishu, you could be considered a qualified dungeon master..." He looked troubled as he said the second sentence, seemingly hesitant about whether he should introduce himself that way.

Dao Lin frowned, broke free from Fei Xiu's control, and took several steps back.

"You just mentioned September... Can I guess that you are the owner of the legendary September Gathering instance?" Daolin seized on the key words in Fish's previous words and asked with great certainty.

He had heard rumors about the September raid, and some people were preparing for it as the strongest raid.

In this world, very few NPCs dare to call themselves dungeon owners. According to Dao Lin's own speculation, these dungeon owners should be related to the Crown Prince's items, meaning that the dungeon owners are the guardians of the Crown Prince's items. However, these are just his speculations and cannot be taken seriously at all.

'Clap clap clap' Fish clapped approvingly, 'You guessed right, I quite admire you, but unfortunately...'

"What a pity?" Daolin asked.

"It's a pity we can't keep you until September."

As Fei Xiu spoke, Mu Yin shouted towards Dao Lin, "Dao Lin! He's not a ghost!"

Dao Lin was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned around, but remembered that there was a wall behind him without any gaps, so he suddenly stopped and froze on the spot.

"Get out of the way." A calm yet cold, soft, childlike voice came from beside him. It was a voice he had never heard before, and his heart began to pound violently, his breathing quickening.

Mu Yegui casually grabbed the headband that was tying her hair up, and with a gentle pull, her misty gray hair fell loose behind her head. The curls on the side of her face playfully brushed against her cheeks, making her already delicate face look even smaller and more exquisite.

Her cool, silver eyes were calm and deep, like an ancient pool without any ripples. She looked expressionlessly at Fei Xiu, who was leaning forward, grabbed the sash of her cloak and untied it, then took off the black cloak and threw it to Dao Lin, who was standing to the side.

Mu Yegui took a few steps forward and blocked Dao Lin's path. She raised her bare foot and gently kicked Fei Xiu, who was rushing towards her. A loud bang was heard, and a cloud of dust obscured the view ahead.

"You..." Dao Lin stared blankly at the person in front of him whose temperament had suddenly changed, his body stiff as he held the cloak.

Fragmented and blurry scenes appeared in my mind, but disappeared without a trace in the next second.

(End of this chapter)