"What are you looking over there for?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao, then moved forward without a word, passing through the wall into Zhang Yan's bedroom. "Brother, take a look."
Hearing this, Zhang Yan, who was sitting at the table eating, looked up at Feng Qishi and said, "When you enter my room, can you knock? This is a matter of basic etiquette."
"I'm a ghost, I just phased in," Feng Qishi said hurriedly, walking to the table and holding his palm in front of Zhang Yan's face.
Zhang Yan leaned in, looking at the blue light flashing in Feng Qishi's palm, and said angrily, "Feng Qishi, are you crazy?"
"You..." Feng Qishi retracted his hand, his voice trembling with excitement, "You saw it."
"Nonsense, I'm a great deity," Zhang Yan said proudly, lowering his head to take a bite of food.
Feng Qishi watched Zhang Yan eat earnestly and asked, "Mu the Fool, why can't she see?"
Zhang Yan stopped eating and looked up, "Have you already broken her seal?"
"No," Feng Qishi shook his head.
Zhang Yan paused, then suddenly stood up, walked around Feng Qishi to the door, opened it, and looked at Mu Anxiao, who was sitting on the sofa and eating bent over. He said, "Come here for a moment."
Mu Anxiao looked up at Zhang Yan, paused, and asked, "Why should I listen to you?"
Zhang Yan sighed and walked over to the coffee table. "I'm here. Can you give me your hand?"
"Which hand?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Zhang Yan pointed to Mu Anxiao's left hand, but then thought about the male-left-female-right convention and pointed to her right hand instead: "Your right hand."
"What are you doing?" Mu Anxiao asked, confused.
"Just let me have a look," Zhang Yan said, using a coaxing tone.
Mu Anxiao's mouth twitched. She put down her chopsticks and voluntarily extended her right hand, saying, "You're so old, don't act cute, it's creepy."
Zhang Yan deliberately squeezed his eyes.
Feng Qishi and the small demon, seeing Zhang Yan's slightly trembling shoulders, shivered simultaneously.
Mu Anxiao, speechless, turned her face away.
Zhang Yan took Mu Anxiao's wrist and sensed for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Mu Anxiao said nothing, withdrew her hand, picked up her chopsticks, and continued eating.
Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao's calm demeanor, then turned to look at Zhang Yan, frowning.
Zhang Yan cautiously pointed to the room.
Feng Qishi nodded, moving aside.
Zhang Yan tilted his head, walked into the room, and closed the door again.
Feng Qishi took a deep breath, turned his head, and asked the small demon who was looking at him, "Why are you looking at me?"
"Do you guys have something going on?" the small demon asked.
Feng Qishi said, "What could be going on? If you want to eat, sit on the sofa. Eating like this is really unhygienic."
The small demon, hearing the commanding tone in Feng Qishi's voice, glanced sideways and said unhappily, "What does it matter to you how I am? You're not my master."
"What a loyal little dog," Feng Qishi shook his head, turned, and phased through the door again into Zhang Yan's bedroom.
"The situation is very bad," Zhang Yan said, his back turned.
Feng Qishi turned his face slightly and said, "We'll deal with whatever it is, you don't have to be like this."
Zhang Yan's eyes darkened. He turned to face Feng Qishi, "You need to act now. Your spiritual energy has started to truly protest. You must unseal it quickly, otherwise, Mu Anxiao's body will start to decay."
"Why doesn't she know herself?" Feng Qishi asked.
"I already told you, she's starting to lose her perception of spells."
"Perception..."
"It means she's numb," Zhang Yan explained, "In other words, she's lost her perception of spells. The foundation of spells is spiritual energy, so naturally, she can't feel the surge of spiritual energy in her body anymore."
"Is this matter very tricky?" Feng Qishi asked.
"Yes, if possible, I still think you should tell her," Zhang Yan suggested.
"Why didn't you think to tell her when you were about to act yesterday?" Feng Qishi said.
"I'm different from you. I'm not the owner of that spiritual energy, but you are. If you act rashly, it will only cause misunderstandings between you. To avoid misunderstandings, I think it's best to explain it to her clearly."
"She has a mission now, if I..." Feng Qishi trailed off, his heart filled with anxiety as he thought of Mu Anxiao's current condition.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yan asked.
Feng Qishi took a deep breath and said, "Do you know what this situation feels like to me?"
"It's like being too embarrassed to ask your best buddy for money," Zhang Yan bluntly revealed.
Feng Qishi lowered his head slightly and said, "It feels exactly like that. I really don't know how to start, especially since it's about her destiny. And I'm her disciple now. It feels strange for a disciple to say these things to their master."
"You need to think clearly. If you don't say anything, you might preserve your master-disciple relationship, but she will die. By then," Zhang Yan let out a cold snort, "it will be too late to regret it."
"Can't I just do it quietly?" Feng Qishi sighed sadly.
"Yesterday, when you said you'd handle it, you were quite carefree. Now that it's time to act, you've turned into a tortoise," Zhang Yan said, scanning Feng Qishi's troubled expression.
Feng Qishi's eyes darkened. "I'm not a shrinking tortoise, I just don't know how to say it... I'm afraid she'll break down."
"I thought the same way at first, but the thought of saving her life made me involuntarily firm up. If you can, Zhang Yan smiled, "you can try too."
"Yes, I'll try," Feng Qishi nodded, looking at his palm.
"When you used your spells to scare that monster, you didn't hesitate like this," Zhang Yan said deliberately.
"It's different. Mu the Fool has helped me before," Feng Qishi said.
"Alright, for her life, hurry up. If you wait any longer, things won't be so simple," Zhang Yan urged.
Feng Qishi took another deep breath and turned his back.
Just as he was about to phase through the wall, Zhang Yan asked, "Have you learned the unsealing technique yet?"
Feng Qishi turned his head slightly and said, "I'll learn it after watching it twice."
"Then..." Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "No, do you know it or not?"
"No," Feng Qishi shook his head.
Hearing this, Zhang Yan quickly walked behind Feng Qishi and said, "If you don't know, why are you talking so much nonsense with me here?"
Feng Qishi paused for a few seconds, turned to Zhang Yan, and smiled, "It's not too late to prepare her psychologically first, and then learn... it."
"Are you an idiot?" Zhang Yan stared at Feng Qishi's face helplessly and said.
Feng Qishi rolled his eyes, "I'm foolish, but I'm not as foolish as Mu the Fool."
Zhang Yan rolled his eyes. "You're six of one and half a dozen of the other."
Feng Qishi rubbed the base of his nose and said, "Old brother, this is my first time dealing with this. If you ask me to directly... use the unsealing technique, it might be fine, but if I make a mistake and make her even more foolish, then..." He sighed, "I'll be responsible for her for the rest of my life. Then, you'll be enjoying your leisure here, while I'll be living a life of taking care of her. Alas, the thought alone is disheartening."