Shen Yan hadn't expected his perceived identity among them. Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, he found a convenient excuse to decline, "In the eyes of your fellow disciples, I am a monster. If I were to go, they might just cast all the blame onto me, so I cannot go."
"You're learning quickly," Mu Anxiao muttered, a look of relief on her face.
The boy, observing Mu Anxiao and Shen Yan outright refusing the girl, became exceptionally eager. "Junior Sister, I'll accompany you."
"I'll go too," the first disciple stepped forward and said.
The girl, subconsciously accepting Mu Anxiao and Shen Yan's explanation, gave them each a look and, without another word, walked ahead.
The boy and the first disciple politely cupped their hands at Shen Yan before turning and following the girl.
Mu Anxiao looked at Shen Yan and asked, "Why? They don't treat me like this." As she spoke, she cupped her hands.
"You have the life of a servant," Shen Yan replied.
Mu Anxiao rolled her eyes and turned to the panicked-looking boy of fifteen or sixteen sitting there. "Liar, what's wrong with you?"
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy snapped back to attention, looking up at Mu Anxiao. "I saw it."
"If you have a clear conscience, you won't fear ghostly knocks. You must have..." Mu Anxiao glanced at the Yin Messenger, "...done too many wrong things, and that's why you're scared."
"No," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy looked up at Mu Anxiao. "My Senior Sister is using the magic given to her by the wolf demon."
Mu Anxiao looked at the earnest expression on the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's face, tutted twice, and said, "You can keep thinking about it. Anyway, I won't believe a single word you say."
"You... why don't you believe me?" the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy stammered.
Mu Anxiao snorted, "You have the nerve to ask me that. The first time I saved you, you betrayed me, causing me to be imprisoned here. Fine, that's that. I trusted you again and told you my identity, and what happened? In the blink of an eye, you betrayed me again. The third time is when you spouted nonsense to me. I asked you why the demon soul could touch you, and you said... your blood and her soul merged. My heavens," she put one hand on her hip, "you could actually say that. Clearly, there was another reason. If I hadn't met her sister, I'd still be in the dark thanks to you, kid."
"You really hold a grudge," the man in the pale blue robe sighed, shaking his head.
"Naturally," Mu Anxiao glanced sideways at the man in the pale blue robe.
The man in the pale blue robe smiled faintly and said nothing.
The Yin Messenger calmly looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy and said, "Mu Anxiao, don't blame him too much. He's just a brainless idiot who doesn't know what a treasure he's found."
Mu Anxiao looked at the Yin Messenger without speaking.
The Yin Messenger calmly met Mu Anxiao's questioning gaze and smiled, "Divine spirits are extremely rare. Whoever treats them sincerely will be helped to achieve immortality, regardless of fate. And he," he swept a glance at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, "knew it was a divine spirit and still acted like that. Truly an imbecile."
Hearing the Yin Messenger's words, Mu Anxiao became curious about the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's motives.
"Hey," she walked over and crouched opposite the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, saying, "How did you know the thing you brought back wasn't a monster, but a divine spirit?"
"The wolf demon told me. He said this thing's magic was higher than ordinary monsters, and if controlled, it would be very obedient," the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy dared not lie.
"So that's how it is," Mu Anxiao said, turning to look at the Yin Messenger who had spoken so much.