Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Upon hearing this, Yu Chengde stood up and bowed to them: "Thank you Master Ling, Madam Ling." He thought that with their strength, they wouldn't be afraid of those people!

"Then I will take my leave first so that you can both rest early tonight!" Having said that, he turned and left. 

After he left, Feng Jiu took the Sun Moon Eight Trigram Mirror and said to Xuanyuan Mo Ze: "This mirror is a bit strange. When I hold it in my hand, it feels a little warm."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze said: "Then drip your blood onto it to try to own it and see if it's a magical artefact."

"Nnn."

She responded and tried to drip a drop of blood from her fingertips onto it. However, when she saw that the blood that she dripped onto the eight trigram mirror hadn't seeped into it, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Isn't this a magical artefact? Why can't I trip blood onto it so it will recognise me as its owner?"

Xuanyuan Mo Ze took the mirror and looked at it. The blood had indeed condensed into beads on the mirror and not penetrated it. After he studied it for a while, he was unable to find anything special about the eight trigram mirror, so he said: "Then just keep it for now! We will study it again later."

"Fine." She said, then she put the eight trigram mirror into space. She looked at the sky, then said: "Let's rest here tonight and leave at dawn tomorrow!"

After they had decided, the two of them went back to their room to rest. Outside the manor, the people who had gathered there slowly dispersed because Elder Yang had come to chase them away.

Elder Yang felt bad for attracting those people with his words he had said earlier in the day. After he entered the Yu Manor, he had wanted to go to see the Madam, however, after he thought about it, he decided against it. Instead, he went to the main hall and met with Patriarch Yu. 

"Does Madam Ling know about the situation outside?" Elder Yang asked, his discomfort obvious on his face. 

"Yes." Patriarch Yu responded with a smile. 

"Then…" Elder Yang wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. 

Upon seeing this, Patriarch Yu said with a smile: "Don't worry, Elder Yang. The people outside didn't cause any trouble to Madam Ling. She didn't pay any attention to them and went to bed early."

Upon hearing this, Elder Yang breathed out softly: "That's good." He stood up and said: "In that case, I shall take my leave and come back tomorrow to speak to Madam Ling about something." Having said that, he turned around and left before Patriarch Yu had a chance to say anything. 

Patriarch Yu opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing and just sighed softly as he watched him turn and leave, then he went inside.

Early the next morning, before the sun rose, Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Feng Jiu left quietly without disturbing anyone in the manor. 

Knowing that they were leaving, Patriarch Yu went over early the next morning to see if they had woken up. He had wanted to invite them to join him for breakfast before they left, but when he arrived in their courtyard, their room was already empty.

When Elder Yang arrived at the Yu Manor, it was already nearly nine in the morning. As soon as he entered the manor, he asked: "Why do I hear rumours that Madam Ling is gone? Did you also give her your family heirloom?"

Patriarch Yu, who was sitting at the Patriarch's seat, was drinking tea and discussing matters with several people in the manor. When he heard Elder Yang's words, he asked the people to leave first and then he stood up and greeted Elder Yang with a smile. 

"Elder Yang, good morning! Please take a seat."

"Has Madam Ling really left?" Elder Yang asked, with a hint of anxiety mixed with anger in his voice.