Wan Sha, seeing Yuan Xiao’s suspicious gaze, quickly explained, "I'm telling the truth. I truly hate that little immortal. You..."
"What's that little immortal's name?"
"Mu Anxiao."
"Mu..." Yuan Xiao uttered the syllable, her eyes widening, "Is it the Mu Anxiao who captures demon souls?"
Seeing Yuan Xiao's astonished expression, Wan Sha believed she had found hope. "Yes." She stepped forward, then retreated two paces upon seeing the immortal barrier.
"I know her."
"Do you hate her too?"
"I don't hate her."
"Why?"
"I've never met her face-to-face, nor have we had any grievances. Why would I hate her? Tell me about yourself," Yuan Xiao narrowed her eyes. "You're a demon soul, you must have done many wicked deeds. So, her capturing you is your own fault. Don't blame anyone else, just blame yourself." After speaking, Yuan Xiao glared at Wan Sha and turned to leave.
Wan Sha: "..." She clenched her fists. At that moment, she didn't connect Yuan Xiao with Wan Xia, because from a certain point on, in her eyes, anything immortal was no good.
As for why she had been polite to Yuan Xiao just now? It was because she wanted to use Yuan Xiao to report Mu Anxiao.
Since Yuan Xiao refused, she no longer held any illusions about her and shouted, "You wait and see, I'll report you too." With that, she turned and ran.
Hearing the voice, Yuan Xiao's heart sank. She turned her head to look at Wan Sha's retreating figure and said, "A mere demon soul, how much power can you wield?" With a cold snort, she continued towards the temple.
Meanwhile, with Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao was squatting on the steps, pondering Hei Feng's words from when he left, and thinking about her brother who had become a demon soul. She sighed, then turned to look at Piao, who had stopped beside her, "What is it?"
Piao crouched down, staring at Mu Anxiao's profile, and asked, "Why aren't you going in?"
Mu Anxiao replied, "I'm not hungry, why would I go in?"
"True. Speaking of which," a smile tugged at his lips, "you've sobered up quite quickly."
"Naturally."
"Proves you have a good tolerance for alcohol."
"My quick sobriety has nothing to do with my tolerance for alcohol."
"..." Piao chuckled, then gestured inside with his side, "Look."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao followed Piao's gesture and looked inside, exclaiming, "What happened to Shen Fengzi?"
"He drank too much."
"Drank..." Mu Anxiao looked speechlessly at Feng Qishi, who was standing on a stool and laughing wildly. She sighed, "I'm leaving." With that, she stood up.
Piao stood up with her and said, "It's up to you."
"Why is it up to me?"
"I'm his disciple, you manage him. Or, do you," Piao pointed at the fake Lin Yan lying on the ground inside, "want to take his disciple?"
"Alright, I'll take his disciple," Mu Anxiao said, rolling up her sleeves, thinking this might be a good opportunity.
Piao replied, "Go ahead."
"I'll go," Mu Anxiao said, stepping towards the fake Lin Yan.
Piao: "..." He glanced at Feng Qishi and sighed.
The next moment.
Mu Anxiao stopped beside the fake Lin Yan. Just as she was about to bend down to pull him up, Feng Qishi suddenly jumped off the stool and threw an arm around her shoulders, asking, "What are you doing?"
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao stopped, turned her head, and looked at Feng Qishi at close range, smelling the alcohol on him. She said, "I'm taking your disciple back."
"You?" Feng Qishi, completely losing his self-control, laughed loudly, tugged Mu Anxiao's arm, and said, "Such slender arms, wanting to take my disciple back? What a joke." He leaned his face closer to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao tilted her head back and said, "Stay away from me."
"I need you too. You carry me," Feng Qishi said, resting his head on Mu Anxiao's shoulder.
Mu Anxiao's body stiffened. She looked down at Feng Qishi's abnormal state at close range, then at his arm hanging limply by his side, and said, "Piao, help." She turned to look at Piao, who was smiling at her.
Piao replied, "I'll manage him." He pointed at the fake Lin Yan.
At the same time, Chen and Xiao Zeng also walked over.
Chen said, "I'll help you." As she spoke, she bent down and grabbed the fake Lin Yan's arm.
Xiao Zeng stood behind Chen and said, "I'll help you."
"Thank you," Mu Anxiao said, looking down at Xiao Zeng.
Xiao Zeng looked up at Mu Anxiao and said, "I said I'll help her," pointing at Chen.
Immediately, Piao stepped forward, "Get out of the way." He looked down at Xiao Zeng and Chen.
Hearing this, Chen consciously stood up and took a step back.
Xiao Zeng tugged at Chen's sleeve.
Mu Anxiao looked speechless, "..." She looked down at Piao, who had bent down, pulled up the fake Lin Yan, and slung him over his shoulder, saying, "Can't you manage him for me?"
"If you become my disciple, I'll help you."
Mu Anxiao: "..." She hadn't expected Piao to take advantage of the situation, so she scoffed and said, "I'll do it myself."
Piao replied, "Alright then, you two follow me." He glanced at Xiao Zeng and Chen respectively and walked ahead.
Next, Xiao Zeng and Chen left.
Then, the entire room was left with Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi, as well as the host who was preparing to clear the table.
Mu Anxiao looked down at the sleeping Feng Qishi, her lips curling. "If you say this isn't intentional, I wouldn't believe you." Saying this, she removed Feng Qishi's arm from her shoulder.
At the same time, Feng Qishi mumbled groggily, "What are you doing?"
"I'm carrying you."
The next second, Feng Qishi naturally removed his arm, circled behind Mu Anxiao, and said drunkenly, "You said you'd carry me." With that, he slumped onto Mu Anxiao's back.
Mu Anxiao's body tilted sharply downwards and she said, "You win."
A quarter of an hour later.
Mu Anxiao could no longer bear to carry Feng Qishi.
So, she placed him by a tree not far from the dilapidated temple, stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and wiped the sweat from her brow as she said, "I say, can't you walk a few steps yourself?"
Feng Qishi leaned against the tree, looked up at Mu Anxiao, and smiled, "No."
Mu Anxiao replied, "Then you can sleep soundly here and leave when you wake up." Saying this, she deliberately took four steps back.
"..." Feng Qishi glared at Mu Anxiao and said, "You're abandoning me."
"I didn't say that, I just can't carry you anymore."
"Can't carry me," Feng Qishi said, shaking his head. He supported himself with one hand on the ground and stood up unsteadily, beckoning Mu Anxiao over.
Mu Anxiao saw Feng Qishi's unexpectedly serious expression and her scalp tingled. She involuntarily took a step forward and asked, "What are you doing?" She looked guarded, afraid Feng Qishi would suddenly lean on her again.
"Closer."
Mu Anxiao swallowed hard and said, "I can't carry you anymore." Nevertheless, she walked in front of Feng Qishi.
Immediately, Feng Qishi smiled, reached out, and gently cupped Mu Anxiao's face. Then, he looked down into Mu Anxiao's wide eyes and pursed his lips into a smile, "Mu idiot, looking at you like this, you're quite cute."