Suddenly, the ground shuddered, a drumbeat rolling under the soil.

A familiar wave brushed her skin, and Aiqiqi snapped her head up like a compass needle finding north.

“The Tree of Enlightenment… didn’t start up. Then what is this?” Her voice rippled like a pebble in a pond.

The blue‑haired girl’s fingers rattled the keys, eyes glued to the screen as numbers poured like rain; no hero had broken the Dreamwood Alliance to force the Tree.

“Could it be… Xiao Dong?” The name fluttered like a sparrow at the window.

“Aiqiqi! What’s going on!” The shout cracked like thunder through the room.

The control room door slammed open, and a burly, goat‑bearded man rushed in like a bull through reeds.

“This pulse’s the World Tree Maiden, no doubt! Is it that lord’s daughter?” His words rolled like a tide.

“…” Aiqiqi didn’t answer; she shut her eyes, a frown folding like clouds over the moon.

“Didn’t you say we’d hide her? What now? With a wave like this, Elder Ai will know Dreamwood Star still holds the World Tree Maiden!” His worry blazed like a beacon in fog.

“I was careless… I didn’t expect Xiao Dong to grow this fast.” Her regret fell like bamboo after rain.

She opened her eyes; helplessness cooled like shade, yet relief warmed her face like dawn. “This had to happen. We can’t keep her in shadow forever. Xiao Dong should meet her own freedom.”

“You’re not wrong.” He sighed like wind through pines, but still shook his head like a stubborn ox. “What about Elder Ai? A wave this big won’t hide.”

“The data center is under me. If I delete the records, even if Elder Ai knows Dreamwood Star still has the World Tree Maiden, they can’t fix her coordinates.” Her resolve cut like a knife through spider silk.

“Ha! Bold. Wiping the surveillance records in broad daylight—worthy of the successor to the Azure Guardian!” His laugh flashed like steel.

“This isn’t about guts. I’ve never broken the Dreamwood Accord. It’s them who dig for loopholes like moles in the field.”

“It’s more than an accord. We were witnesses; breakers should be punished together. Aren’t you afraid they’ll strike from the dark like night arrows?”

“…” Silence settled over Aiqiqi like falling snow.

“In a fight, you can’t match those old men who erased the Doom Cult.” His warning hit like an iron hammer.

“Once I purge the logs, I’ll leave. By then, even you won’t find me.” Her plan drifted like smoke into mountains.

“Ha, planning to carry it alone? In that case…” He rolled his sleeves like a tide climbing the shore.

He bared his forearms and grinned, confidence bright as noon. “Take me with you. I can’t stomach their methods, bitter as old tea.”

“Uncle Wei Min… you really want to do this?” Her blue eyes fixed on him like twin lakes.

“Why not?” The answer fell like a stone, clean and sure.

“But… doing this makes me the sinner of this planet.” Her voice lay flat as winter earth.

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“Ugh! I pushed too hard!” The cry puffed out like steam from a kettle.

After the spell, Yue Liuyi flopped on the bed like a loach in wet grass; her body had returned to a maiden’s, her springy chest suddenly a mountain in the way.

“Mmm… it’s a pity I can’t see Little Moon’s loli form, but the maiden look’s super cute too!” The silver‑haired girl scooted closer, eyes bright as stars, predator‑sweet; to a Night Clan princess, a helpless World Tree Maiden was ripe fruit on the branch.

“Uu! LittleSnow, don’t tickle me while I’m out of juice! It tickles!” Her protest fizzed like ants dancing on skin.

“Huh? I’m not tickling. I’m just using my hair to keep stroking Little Moon’s body~” Her hair flowed like silk water.

“Kyaa! That’s even worse!” The squeal burst like a startled bird.

“Ehehe~ A rare chance to tease Little Moon. Gotta make it count.” Her grin shimmered like moonlight on waves.

The silver‑haired girl swept her hair over the blue‑haired girl’s body, a feather broom that wouldn’t stop.

“Huh? What are Master and the sisters doing…” The golden‑haired little girl sat with her legs tucked under her like a duck, tail wagging like a metronome.

“Kaka, save me! LittleSnow’s bullying me! She’s taking advantage while I can’t move…” Her plea fluttered like a torn flag in wind.

“B‑bullying? Woof? But Master looks happy. That doesn’t look like bullying…” Her head tilted like a curious pup.

“I’m not happy! How is this happy! Haha—so ticklish!” Laughter spilled like tumbling beads.

She tried to resist, but Yue Liuyi’s giggles bubbled up; LittleSnow’s hair was so light and soft, perfect for tickles like drifting catkins.

“See? Kaka’s not wrong! Little Moon says no, but her body’s honest. Look, her cheeks are this red…” Her tease curled like incense smoke.

“No they’re not! It’s bullying! If—if it weren’t… hahaha!” Her protest broke like a dam in spring.

As Yue tried to argue, mischievous LittleSnow flicked her hair faster, rain tapping a bright lake.

“Oh… Kaka gets it! Sis is happily bullying Master, and Master looks happy too…” Her conclusion plopped like a pebble in a pond.

“Being bullied yet feeling happy, then that must be mating!” She declared it with innocent pride, a bell ringing in a temple.