The Masters of the Night-Wind tribe in Natlan specialized in meditation and receiving revelations from the Wayob.
As the high priestess shaman of the tribe,
Citlali's attainments in magic were far deeper than most people.
She could see things that ordinary people could not.
For example, remnant souls from the Night Kingdom and so on.
Of course, the most powerful among them was naturally her ability to see through the smoke and glimpse a person's past, or even their future.
This was not something just anyone could do.
And one of the skills she was most proud of seemed to have encountered some problems today.
She actually couldn't see clearly the experiences of the outsider before her.
This was the first time Citlali had encountered such a situation.
She found herself in boundless smoke, unable to find even the slightest trace that could be interpreted.
There was no sound, no image, nothing at all...
Citlali tried to part the mist. She waved away the smoke while advancing forward.
This path seemed endless, with no end in sight.
If not for the fact that with every step she took, the surrounding temperature kept dropping, Citlali would have already given up.
Having encountered such a strange matter, she was determined to investigate thoroughly.
She wanted to see exactly what was going on with this person.
After walking for who knows how long, the smoke grew thinner and thinner.
In its place, large snowflakes began drifting down from the sky.
"Snow?"
At some point, Citlali had already found herself walking on a snowy mountain.
The accumulated snow reached her ankles, but this could not suppress her desire to get to the bottom of things.
Instead, it stirred up her competitive spirit.
She was certain that at the mountaintop, there would be something she had never seen before.
Why was this person so special...
As long as she reached the mountaintop, all the mysteries would be solved.
However, the road ahead was not so easy to traverse.
Gale winds began howling through the mountains.
With one more step forward, it felt as if thousand-pound shackles had been added to her feet.
Citlali cast spells, trying to break these restraints.
Unfortunately, all attempts were in vain. She could not advance even one more step.
A terrifying Sword Intent swept over. Citlali's body froze, and she was forced to take the blow head-on...
She felt her consciousness peeling away...
So cold...
Cold...
"Great Senior?! Great Senior—!"
Whose voice was that?
Was it that little girl Mualani?
Relying on this shout, Citlali quickly located the sound.
Her consciousness returned to her body.
"Hah— Hah—!"
Citlali gasped for breath heavily.
It wasn't that she had never experienced death before.
In the past, she had also needed to participate in the Night Warden War.
She had also wandered in the Night Kingdom.
But just now, her soul had nearly fallen into an abyss of eternal icy doom.
All of it was because of the young man before her, who looked very much like the male protagonist of a light novel.
When she once again felt Citlali's gaze upon him, Mu Yang had already roughly guessed Citlali's abilities.
She was probably in a similar profession to Mona—an astrologer or diviner of sorts.
Earlier, Kachina had only said that Citlali was a very senior member of the Masters of the Night-Wind.
And what the Masters of the Night-Wind specialized in was precisely this kind of thing—meditation, revelation, divination.
There were too many secrets on Mu Yang's body. To prevent problems, he had naturally placed many restrictions on himself to stop others from peeping.
Even without the system's restrictions, his very existence alone was already enough to make Moon Carver not dare speak recklessly.
So it was better for ordinary people not to probe randomly.
Last time Mona had nearly met her end.
This time, what Citlali had encountered were the restrictions Mu Yang himself had set. The shallow layers were relatively mild.
The deeper ones would become increasingly dangerous.
Unfortunately, people were like this—the more mysterious something felt, the more they wanted to approach it.
Knowing there are tigers in the mountain, then I must go take a look at the mountain.
"Great Senior, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Seeing Citlali so flustered, Mualani was also startled.
Wait, who was it that just said there was nothing wrong at all?
Citlali took a while to calm down before saying to Mu Yang, "I meant no offense… Thank you for showing mercy…"
Citlali had already understood how terrifying Mu Yang was.
No wonder when she had previously divined the appearance of the Abyssal Gate, the person who solved the problem had a very blurry figure.
It was for this reason that she had followed Mualani back.
So it was Mu Yang before her.
Mu Yang had no intention of blaming Citlali.
After all, from his perspective, Citlali wasn't peeping—she was doing a puzzle...
On the contrary, the fact that Citlali had managed to go so far truly surprised Mu Yang somewhat.
It seemed she did have some real skill and would probably play a significant role in the main storyline.
"It's fine. A friend once said my fate is special, so I specially set up several restrictions. I hope it didn't ruin the harmony."
Mu Yang stopped working on the surfboard he was making and spoke.
Their conversation left Mualani completely confused. "Ah?"
After all, this was not a field she could get involved in.
Moreover, had Grandma Itztli just addressed Mu Yang with "you" (honorific)?
Was this still that proud and arrogant genius high priestess?
Ignoring the brain-overloaded Mualani beside them, Mu Yang extended his hand. "Just call me Mu Yang."
"Citlali."
"Grandma, what exactly happened?"
'Thump—' Someone received a light punch.
"Don't ask about things you shouldn't."
Why wasn't she allowed to ask now?
Mualani felt even more strange. Moreover, Mu Yang's attitude was also very odd.
Normally, anyone seeing such a young-looking "Grandma" would definitely be curious, right?
Why did Mu Yang seem somewhat used to it?
The little girl once again shifted her suspicious gaze from Citlali to Mu Yang.
Mu Yang did not do something like Citlali's head-knocking action.
There was a difference between men and women, and that action carried a somewhat ambiguous undertone.
It really wasn't appropriate.
However, Mu Yang had his own way of changing the subject.
He handed Mualani the account records from [The Leisurely Puffer] yesterday.
"How… how much?!"
Mualani's reaction was within Mu Yang's expectations.
If you saw your savings multiply several times over, you would make the same expression.
"Even the stuff piled up in the corner was sold. Mu Yang, how did you manage that?"
Mualani shook Mu Yang's shoulders. She had already thrown the previous matter to the back of her mind.
She now only wanted to know how Mu Yang had sold those things.
"By making up a story for them, pairing it with a song, or… a bikini model."
Mu Yang took out the pictures he had taken of the three temporary shop assistants yesterday.
Cute style, cool beauty vibe, girlfriend energy…
Faced with this dimension-reducing marketing blow, the tourists of the People of the Springs all fell in defeat.
Of course, there were also drawbacks.
Those three still hadn't gotten up yet. They were probably exhausted.
Though there was also the matter of dealing with the Abyss.
It definitely wasn't Mu Yang's fault.
Mu Yang had even kindly made barbecue for them.
No matter how you looked at it, he was a conscientious boss.