Mu Anxiao paused for a few seconds after Feng Qishi's words, then mused, "Perhaps!"
Feng Qishi had prepared a retort, thinking Mu Anxiao would argue. He was surprised when she surprisingly agreed and echoed his sentiment.
However, to steer away from the topic, he scanned their surroundings. "Let's split up and search. I have a feeling they're deliberately masking their demonic aura."
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao felt a surge of panic. But recalling Zhang Yan's warning, she could only grit her teeth and agree, "Alright."
Feng Qishi nodded and walked away.
Soon, Mu Anxiao was left alone.
The sudden silence of the surroundings, however, left Mu Anxiao puzzled.
If she remembered correctly, before she went to Piao's residence, there were people on this road. Now, why was there no one? Even the surrounding shops were closed. Looking at the situation, Mu Anxiao's heart began to feel uneasy.
Immediately, to prevent any demonic souls from ambushing her, she intentionally spread her hands, conjuring her silver rope.
"Mu Anxiao."
At the sound, Mu Anxiao's heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned and saw it was Piao.
"What are you doing?" she asked impatiently, concealing her inner fear.
Piao strolled over to Mu Anxiao. "I came to find you." He glanced around and asked, "Where is Brother Shen?"
Mu Anxiao shot Piao a disdainful look and retorted evasively, "None of your business."
This time, Piao wasn't angered by Mu Anxiao's words. Instead, he realized that Mu Anxiao didn't hold grudges.
He thought that anyone else would probably ignore him by now!
Therefore, he intentionally cherished the opportunity to converse with Mu Anxiao.
"I don't care, I'm just asking," he replied with great patience.
Mu Anxiao was taken aback by Piao's sudden patient demeanor.
"You..." Mu Anxiao subtly observed Piao's face, finally glancing at the curve of his lips. She deliberately took a step back. "Are you sick?"
Hearing this, Piao's heart tightened, but he maintained a smile. "I'm just asking you, where is Brother Shen?"
In the past, Piao had never treated Mu Anxiao this way. If it were before, Piao would have already lost his temper at Mu Anxiao's words. Now that he wasn't angry, Mu Anxiao became suspicious.
"He's not Piao," Mu Anxiao thought, gripping the silver rope in her hand tighter.
Piao noticed Mu Anxiao's movement and asked, "Mu Anxiao, what do you intend to do?"
Mu Anxiao narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?"
Piao patiently replied, "I am Piao, who else would I be."
Mu Anxiao shook her head slightly. "You're not Piao. Piao would never speak to me so patiently. You're a demonic soul." With that, she suddenly yanked the silver rope.
Seeing this, Piao quickly retreated a few steps and landed. "Mu Anxiao, I am really Piao."
"You're not," Mu Anxiao shouted, retracting the silver rope and then lashing it out again.
Piao understood Mu Anxiao's abilities and deliberately avoided using his demonic arts, opting to dodge.
Before long, Mu Anxiao, holding the silver rope, pursued him onto the rooftops.
Piao stood steadily and looked down at the roof tiles near Mu Anxiao's feet that were about to slip, then at her sweaty forehead and the hand holding the silver rope. "Mu Anxiao, can you stop for a while? You're..."
Before he could finish, Mu Anxiao's foot slipped, and the tiles instantly fell with a clatter onto the ground.
A few seconds after the tiles hit the ground, Mu Anxiao leaped into the air.
Seeing this, Piao breathed a sigh of relief. "Mu Anxiao, you react quite quickly."
"Demonic soul, reveal yourself quickly!" she said, lashing the silver rope at Piao again.
"You're really relentless." Piao, helpless, quickly turned and flew off the rooftop.
At the same time, Feng Qishi had just returned.
"Brother Piao, you're here." Feng Qishi recognized Piao at a glance.
Immediately, Mu Anxiao landed in front of Feng Qishi and glared at Piao. "Shen Fengzi, he's not Piao."
Piao: "....."
Feng Qishi looked down at Mu Anxiao's disheveled ponytail and asked, "How do you know he's not Piao?"
Mu Anxiao: "The usual Piao would never be polite to me."
Initially, Piao didn't understand why Mu Anxiao was chasing and attacking him so furiously. Now, hearing her explanation, he finally understood. She was a person accustomed to being abused, and even if given sunshine, she wouldn't bloom.
Thus, he helplessly reverted to his previous attitude and said, "Mu Anxiao, I think you really need to cultivate better."
"Demonic soul, you..."
"Alright," Feng Qishi interrupted, walking around to Mu Anxiao's side. "He is Piao, what do you think?"
Mu Anxiao stated firmly, "No."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's confident assertion, Feng Qishi smiled. "Are you perhaps afraid?"
In the past, whenever Mu Anxiao encountered something that frightened her, she would pretend to be strong, and then her entire demeanor would become somewhat erratic.
At this moment, it was enough to prove she was indeed afraid.
"I..." Mu Anxiao's momentum instantly waned, her gaze flickered. "I'm not scared. If I were scared, he would have already beaten me to the ground."
Piao snorted coldly. "It's just that I didn't want to retaliate, I was afraid of killing you."
This time, Piao's attitude instantly made Mu Anxiao agitated.
"You are Piao." she shouted.
Feng Qishi was startled, then looked at Mu Anxiao's profile with a bewildered expression. "If you've recognized him, you've recognized him. What are you so excited about?"
Mu Anxiao, her nerves taut, glanced at Feng Qishi and smiled. "I'm happy."
Feng Qishi asked in confusion, "What are you happy about?"
"I feel like my abilities have improved, because I recognized who he was right away," Mu Anxiao said, pointing at Piao with a smile.
Piao looked bewildered, his curiosity about Mu Anxiao's mind greatly piqued.
Feng Qishi: "....."
Mu Anxiao continued to smile.
Using Zhang Yan's words, Mu Anxiao didn't believe that Piao and Feng Qishi had reminded her. Instead, she believed she had recognized Piao based on her own intuition.
She even more bizarrely believed that all of this was due to Bai Xiuxing's efforts, and had nothing to do with anyone else.
In Feng Qishi's eyes at this moment, Mu Anxiao was like a patient with schizophrenia.
Normal one moment, neurotic the next.
Clearly, Piao and Feng Qishi shared a common sentiment.
The dilapidated temple...
Lin Yan sat on the bed, staring at the door of the dilapidated temple with a puzzled expression. He thought for a moment, then looked towards the screen and asked, "That's strange, why hasn't Zeng that kid returned yet?"
Chen: "I don't know. Perhaps the pastry shop is doing good business, and he's still queuing!" As she spoke, she sat by the bed and began flipping through the book Zeng had given her.
Lin Yan frowned. "That's unlikely. That pastry shop's business isn't usually that good. And even if there were many people, he wouldn't have been gone this long without returning?"
Zeng had gone out nearly an hour ago and hadn't returned, which made Lin Yan feel perplexed.