Mu Anxiao’s lips curved into a sly smile as he reverted to his usual pale blue-robed appearance.
Mu Anxiao pushed open the door and looked at the pale blue-robed man standing with his hands behind his back, then smiled and said, “You’ve worked hard.”
“Your clothes,” the pale blue-robed man gestured towards Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao looked down and quickly turned towards Shen Yan, who had just stopped, saying, “My clothes.”
“I know,” Shen Yan replied. He lightly waved his sleeve in front of Mu Anxiao, and Mu Anxiao’s clothes transformed back to their original state.
“This is convenient, Brother Shen,” the pale blue-robed man chuckled.
“Let’s not talk about convenience yet,” Shen Yan said, walking around Mu Anxiao to face the pale blue-robed man. “You know the inside story, don’t you?”
Mu Anxiao stepped forward and closed the door. He turned to look at both Shen Yan and the pale blue-robed man, his lips pursed in confusion.
“You found it,” the pale blue-robed man smiled.
“That thing belongs to you, doesn’t it?” Shen Yan asked.
The pale blue-robed man shifted his gaze and said, “I hope you won’t tell my master about this. I know I was wrong.”
“Tell me what happened,” Shen Yan took a step back.
Upon hearing there was a story, Mu Anxiao eagerly stepped closer, ready to be an onlooker.
“I… I that day…”
That day, he stood with his master above the clouds, awaiting their descent to the mortal realm.
“Master, I am going down,” the pale blue-robed man said, cupping his hands towards the white-haired elder opposite him.
“I will give you the Immortal Book. You must hold onto it tightly. If you lose it, you are not to return.”
“Master, I will not lose it. I will definitely return with this Immortal Book complete,” he vowed.
“Go,” the white-haired elder waved his sleeve, transforming into white mist and vanishing.
The pale blue-robed man breathed a sigh of relief. Then, just as he was about to leap off the cloud layer, the Immortal Book in his sleeve suddenly floated out and drifted down with the wind.
“It’s over,” he exclaimed in terror and leaped down, chasing after the Immortal Book carried by the wind.
To his dismay, he couldn't catch it.
“How did you catch it in the end?” Mu Anxiao interrupted the pale blue-robed man’s narration.
Shen Yan glared at Mu Anxiao, “Who asked you to butt in?”
Mu Anxiao uncrossed his arms, blinked, and said, “I just saw he paused and wanted to ease the awkwardness.”
“I know him,” the Lock suddenly said.
Mu Anxiao blinked in surprise. He took the Lock, which was glowing green again, out of his satchel and held it up to the pale blue-robed man. “You weren’t speaking, I almost forgot about you.”
“I can’t see him.”
“You can’t see him?” Mu Anxiao asked, turning the Lock. “Can you see him now?”
“Yes,” the Lock replied.
Mu Anxiao swallowed and muttered at the Lock, “Strange, I didn’t even see her eyes, she…”
“She is merely sealed within that Lock, not transformed into it,” the pale blue-robed man clarified.
“So that’s how it is,” Mu Anxiao chuckled awkwardly. “But she clearly said that middle-aged man turned her into this.”
“Can you stop quibbling at a time like this?” the Lock asked.
Mu Anxiao’s expression stiffened at the Lock’s somewhat stern tone. “Alright.”
“Who are you?” the pale blue-robed man asked.
“Your book hit me, but just as I was about to pick it up, the sect leader of this cultivation sect appeared, and then…”
“Didn’t you say you hadn’t seen it that day?” the pale blue-robed man exclaimed excitedly.
“You know who I am?” the Lock asked in shock.
“I have an excellent memory of your voice. You were the first divine being I saw that day,” the pale blue-robed man said. He then tapped the Lock lightly with two fingers, and it began to glow with a bright green light.