"Good, good, good, you're younger than me no matter how you look at it," the girl said in a yielding tone.
"I haven't finished my meal. If you have nothing else, you can leave."
"Am I bothering you while you're eating?" the girl asked, confused.
"Yes, your presence makes me uncomfortable. If you leave, I'll feel better. Also," Mu Anxiao pointed to the door, "close the door when you leave. I don't dare to touch this door."
"You are the first man to carry me on your back, and the first man to listen to me and bicker with me. I will not give up." After speaking, the girl turned and closed the door, then left.
The moment the door closed, the Yin Messenger inexplicably burst into laughter.
Mu Anxiao patted her forehead in distress, moved her chair back to the table, and said, "Why are you here again?"
"Guess."
"I can't guess," Mu Anxiao said, picking up her chopsticks and continuing to eat.
Shen Yan put down the water kettle and said, "If I'm not mistaken, is there a demon soul you need to collect here?"
"As expected of a cultivator," the Yin Messenger glanced at Mu Anxiao, who didn't pay much attention, and said, "I am indeed here to collect a demon soul."
"Don't look for me. I don't have the ability." Mu Anxiao refused outright.
The Yin Messenger laughed, "You have no say in this. Isn't that right?" He put his hand on Shen Yan's shoulder, "Shen Yan."
"As long as you don't kill her, you can do whatever you want," Shen Yan pushed the Yin Messenger's hand away.
The Yin Messenger, unfelt, smiled, "Alright, a word of advance warning," he looked at Mu Anxiao, "That girl just now is not to be trifled with. You'd best be careful, Mu Anxiao."
"We're leaving tomorrow," Mu Anxiao tilted her head to look at the Yin Messenger.
The Yin Messenger took two steps back and waved his hand, "Impossible. People in the cultivation sects are very stubborn. It's easy to get in, but hard to leave." With that, he turned into black smoke and disappeared.
After he left, Mu Anxiao put down her chopsticks and asked, "He's a ghost, how did he get in?"
"Yin Messengers can enter anywhere. The demonic energy here is too heavy," Shen Yan leaned forward, meeting Mu Anxiao's eyes, "You'd best be careful yourself."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm leaving." Shen Yan got up from the table and walked forward.
Mu Anxiao followed, tilting her head to look at Shen Yan's retreating back. Her eyes deepened, and she said, "I knew it. Let's go. I'm already used to being abandoned. Anyway," she gave a bitter smile, "the Yin Messenger has already taken notice of my abilities. If I go down there, I'll be a Yin Messenger too. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
Shen Yan stopped by the bed, turned her back, and asked, "What are you talking about?"
Mu Anxiao frowned slightly, looking at Shen Yan's back, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"
Shen Yan sighed softly, turned around, sat on the bed, and took off her boots, "I'll leave first."
"See, you're saying you want to..." Mu Anxiao realized, curled her lips, "Alright, go. Go on, go into your dreamland."
Shen Yan did not answer, did not pull up the blanket, and closed her eyes.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the unfinished meal on the table, pursed her lips, and continued eating.
The next morning, Mu Anxiao was curled up on the square table. Suddenly, she let out a yelp, and Shen Yan woke up.
"Mu Anxiao." After calling out, he sat up and turned to look at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao did not respond, snoring softly.
Shen Yan frowned and called out, "Get up."
Mu Anxiao's body trembled, and with another roll, she fell directly from the table to the ground. With a yelp of pain, she sobered up.