Jia, listening to Feng Qishi’s words, quickly refocused his gaze on the glowing mist and asked, "You mean, Mu Anxiao is operating this?"
Feng Qishi didn't reply, but instead took a step forward and extended his hand.
"What are you doing?" Yuan Xiao asked anxiously.
"I'm trying."
"You can't break it."
"..." Feng Qishi intentionally ignored Yuan Xiao's words and gently placed his hand on the surface of the mist.
Yuan Xiao's eyes widened. Just as she was about to step forward, Jia rushed over and held her back. "..." He remained silent, looking up at Yuan Xiao.
Yuan Xiao looked confused. "What are you doing?" she asked, lowering her head to meet Jia's eyes.
Jia explained, "He's testing if this spiritual energy belongs to Mu Anxiao, not trying to break it."
"You..." Yuan Xiao hesitated, then repeated Mu Anxiao's name aloud, exclaiming, "It's her."
Yuan Xiao was a fairy from the Temple of Complaints. Wan Sha had once sought her out. She remembered that Wan Sha had wanted to report Mu Anxiao at the time, but because Wan Sha was a demon soul, she hadn't taken her seriously and had driven her away.
She still remembered Wan Sha's parting words.
Because of this, she had investigated Mu Anxiao privately. Through that process, she learned about Mu Anxiao's entire journey to becoming an immortal.
Although Mu Anxiao had been redeemed in the past few decades, she couldn't help but feel disgusted whenever she thought of Mu Anxiao's past.
Therefore, she had always wanted to see Mu Anxiao's true face. This time, she had finally achieved her goal.
With that, she turned and stared at the glowing mist.
Jia was truly bewildered by Yuan Xiao's response. "Do you know her?"
Yuan Xiao shook her head.
"Then why are you so surprised?" Jia asked, releasing his hand.
"I've heard of her," Yuan Xiao said, then turned to look at Feng Qishi.
At that moment, Feng Qishi lowered his hand and took half a step back.
"How is it?" Jia asked.
"..." Feng Qishi lowered his gaze.
Seeing Feng Qishi's unusual state, Jia asked again, "Isn't it Mu Anxiao...?"
"It's Sister," the woman in the pink dress interrupted, looking at the green light emanating from the crack.
Lou Yi said, "No, Master didn't teach this level of magic." He then glanced cautiously at Yuan Xiao.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiao turned to look at the exceptionally gifted but disobedient Lou Yi. "Don't you hate me? Yet you remember the magic so clearly."
Lou Yi chuckled awkwardly at Yuan Xiao's words.
Then, Yuan Xiao withdrew her gaze from Lou Yi's face and turned to stare at the woman in the pink dress. "..."
The woman in the pink dress knew she had said the wrong thing. As Yuan Xiao stared at her, she lowered her head.
Yuan Xiao glared at the woman in the pink dress, then turned back to the glowing mist, saying no more.
Feng Qishi stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the gradually cracking gap in the mist, his brow furrowed.
Immediately after, Lou Yi smelled the blood filling the air. "It's the smell of blood," he exclaimed excitedly, looking at Yuan Xiao.
Yuan Xiao also smelled it.
So did Jia. He then scanned the surroundings before fixing his gaze on the mist, disbelieving. "This blood, it can't be Mu Anxiao's, can it?" he asked, looking up at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi had already sensed the smell of blood, but he had been unwilling to accept that reality.
Unexpectedly, Jia had just announced it to everyone.
Hearing Jia's excited words, his eyes darkened as he accepted the reality. "It's hers. She's injured."
"Is it serious?" Jia asked nervously.
Feng Qishi shook his head slightly. "From her weak spiritual energy, I can tell she's not lightly injured." As he spoke, he clenched his fist, his heart filled with anxiety.
Jia pouted. "Something must not happen to her."
"..." Yuan Xiao looked down at Jia.
The woman in the pink dress asked, "Is Sister okay?"
Hearing this, Jia immediately turned to the woman in the pink dress, who showed no concern for Mu Anxiao, and retorted, "Do you not know who Mu Anxiao went in there for?"
"..." The woman in the pink dress lowered her eyelids.
The woman in the red dress said, "Mu Anxiao will definitely be alright."
"Yes, I think so too," Lou Yi nodded.
At this moment, all their words were less significant than Feng Qishi's reply. Turning around, Jia glanced at Feng Qishi's back, then looked at the mist, becoming thoroughly anxious.
Inside.
Mu Anxiao was casting her spell with complete focus.
The woman in the green dress looked at the fresh blood at Mu Anxiao's feet and then at her back as she struggled to break through the mist, becoming anxious. "Mu Anxiao, let me do it."
"Don't come here," Mu Anxiao said, panting, and continued casting her spell.
Seeing Mu Anxiao like this, the insects flew over one by one, protecting her body.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the insects helping her, retracted her hands, and said, "Don't waste your magic." With that, she forcefully pushed her palm against the mist.
With this push, the mist cracked.
The insects did not heed Mu Anxiao's words. Instead, they changed direction and surrounded the mist again, accompanying Mu Anxiao.
Outside.
Feng Qishi and the others vaguely saw the densely packed mass of insects on the mist, maintaining their vigilance together.
In contrast, only Jia was calm. "They actually listened to Mu Anxiao's words."
"What do you mean?" Lou Yi asked curiously.
Jia had no time to look at Lou Yi and continued to stare at the mist. "They are helping Mu Anxiao share the burden."
"Really?" Lou Yi exclaimed in surprise.
"Really," Jia nodded, clenching his fists. "This way, Mu Anxiao won't be too badly injured." He comforted himself.
"..." Feng Qishi stared at the insects attached to the mist, growing increasingly worried about Mu Anxiao's safety.
After a period of waiting, the mist completely cracked open with a large gap.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi quickly instructed, "Fall back."
Hearing this, they quickly retreated several steps.
Inside.
Mu Anxiao suddenly struck out, delivering the final blow to the mist.
The next second, the mist crackled loudly.
Seeing this, the woman in the green dress quickly stepped forward and pulled Mu Anxiao's arm. "Hurry, retreat." As she spoke, she pulled Mu Anxiao to her side, and Mu Anxiao's legs suddenly gave out, causing them both to kneel on the ground.
The woman looked at the mist, which was about to explode, with surprise and despair.
The insects also flew into the box one by one at this moment.
At this moment, Mu Anxiao could no longer speak. She looked at the box, which was closing its lid on its own, with a pale face. She coughed twice and spat out blood again.
Seeing this, the woman in the green dress became frightened. "Mu Anxiao, what exactly is wrong with you?" She pulled Mu Anxiao's arm with one hand and stroked her back with the other, tears streaming down her face.
Conversely, the woman burst into laughter seeing Mu Anxiao like this.
Hearing the woman's sharp laughter, the woman in the green dress immediately glared at her, shouting, "Shut up," and then glared angrily at the woman.
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