"Shen Yan already knew her gender," Hei Feng said, shaking his head slightly. "You people, Mu Anxiao is a woman, so what? You treat her like this, do you know how much she's endured alone? Now Shen Yan's master scolds her whenever he sees her, and the gods of heaven dare not take her in. She can't even become a loose immortal. Her heart is full of worries. To have something to do, she secretly helps Ye Yin matchmake for immortals. And now, she's being scolded for meddling. You are truly... abominable." After speaking, Hei Feng jabbed two fingers at the face of the man in the pale blue robe.
The man in the pale blue robe said with a wronged expression, "Come back, and I will apologize to her."
"You better keep your word," the Yin messenger said, sighing softly. "However, I never told her that Shen Yan is an immortal either."
"So she doesn't know that the old man who scolds her is actually Shen Yan's master?"
Hei Feng nodded. "Yes, every time she comes back, she just says there's an old immortal above who dislikes her. I can only guess that it's Shen Yan's master."
"Alas, this mess."
"It's all because of you," Hei Feng said, his gaze landing directly on the man in the pale blue robe.
The man in the pale blue robe gave an awkward smile, then thought for a moment and said, "By the way, I noticed that after Shen Yan became human, she had demonic energy on her, but once she died, it was gone."
The Yin messenger turned his back, unable to comprehend what they were talking about.
Hei Feng glanced at the Yin messenger, pretended not to hear, and looked up at the sky.
Seeing that Hei Feng was ignoring him, the man in the pale blue robe stopped the topic.
Meanwhile, Mu Anxiao flew with Shen Yan through the clouds and said, "That day, I wanted to clarify things with you, but you... didn't listen at all."
"I think there's a problem," Shen Yan said, looking at the arm Mu Anxiao was holding.
"What do you mean by that?" Mu Anxiao asked, confused.
"Go down," Shen Yan said, habitually flicking her arm.
Mu Anxiao asked no more questions and took Shen Yan straight down.
In a short while, they arrived at the time fifty years ago, when the wolf demon transformed into a purse.
Mu Anxiao and Shen Yan stood openly by their side.
Then, as Mu Anxiao opened her mouth to speak, Shen Yan reached out and covered her mouth, saying, "You can't speak, remember?"
Mu Anxiao looked up at Shen Yan and nodded.
Immediately, Shen Yan removed her hand and stepped back with Mu Anxiao. They exchanged a glance and then looked together at the wolf demon who had opened the purse and was speaking to the woman.
"This immortal blood is not useful for just anyone to drink."
"What do you mean by that?" the woman asked.
"There are only two types of people who can drink the blood of an immortal: one is someone they agree to, and the second is... someone who has interacted with the most powerful demons."
"Are you saying I'm the second type of person?"
"Yes, this blood recognizes its master, but..."
Mu Anxiao watched in surprise as the wolf demon performed the entire ritual of infusing the immortal blood, swallowing her throat.
Shen Yan stared coldly at the wolf demon's face, her eyes narrowing slightly. "It was him after all."
Mu Anxiao glanced at Shen Yan who was speaking and dared not interrupt, continuing to listen to the latter half of the wolf demon's words.
"I've made arrangements. As long as you drink it, Shen Yan's immortal age and everything else will belong to you. From today onwards, you will be an immortal."
"What will happen to him?"
"You will exchange lives. He will become human, and you will become immortal. It's that simple."
"Where did you learn all this?"