On the other side of the wall, Shen Yan looked left and right, then turned and sighed softly, "Damn it, I completely forgot that guy can't get through." He then calmly walked over to the gatekeeping second disciple and smiled.
"It's you." The second disciple's eyes widened.
Shen Yan calmly reached out and patted the second disciple on the head. The second disciple's eyes glazed over, and he turned his back.
Shen Yan glanced at the second disciple, then reached out and pushed open the wooden door, looking at Mu Anxiao, who had a small bump on her forehead. He beckoned, "Come here."
Mu Anxiao pouted. She glanced at the light blue-robed man in the corner, who had transformed into her likeness, and casually remarked, "I never realized you were so ugly before."
"I'm ugly?" The light blue-robed man touched his face, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mu Anxiao, you have some self-awareness."
Mu Anxiao furrowed her brow with difficulty, then suddenly realized that the light blue-robed man's face was actually her own. Embarrassed, she bit her lip and said, "Damn it, I'm actually this unsightly." With a deep breath, she quickened her pace and walked up to Shen Yan.
"Slow enough," Shen Yan said, spitting out two words.
Mu Anxiao gently touched her forehead and said, "My head hurts."
Shen Yan felt an uncharacteristic flicker of awkwardness. "You forgot something."
Mu Anxiao didn't understand. "Forgot what?"
"Your clothes," Shen Yan said, pointing to Mu Anxiao's dirty attire.
Mu Anxiao tugged at her clothes and gave a dry laugh. "No, if I change into his clothes, later I will..."
"You just don't want to change, do you?" Shen Yan saw through her.
Mu Anxiao nodded, unable to deny it.
Shen Yan sighed and snapped his fingers in front of Mu Anxiao's face. "There."
Mu Anxiao blinked and slowly looked down at her own light pink Taoist robe, her expression one of astonishment.
"How come I never noticed you had such abilities before?" she said, not daring to touch her clothes with her dirty hands.
"Just this once," Shen Yan said, turning and walking ahead.
Mu Anxiao stepped over the threshold, turned, and gently closed the door. As she turned back, she looked at the second disciple, whose back was to her, and said, "What are you doing lurking around?" As she spoke, she reached out and patted the second disciple on the shoulder.
The moment Mu Anxiao touched his shoulder, the second disciple trembled and touched the back of his head. "What happened to me?" he said, turning to Mu Anxiao and freezing.
Mu Anxiao thought he recognized her and started to giggle foolishly.
The second disciple said nothing, pushed open the door, glanced inside, and then turned back to Mu Anxiao with a smile. "Junior Brother, why are you here?"
The instant the second disciple called her Junior Brother, Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Oh, Master told me to patrol, so I'm just looking around here. By the way, are those people difficult to manage?"
"They're very noisy, but that has nothing to do with me, does it?" the second disciple said patiently.
Mu Anxiao chuckled. "That's true. Those people are outside the cultivation sects, and it's not really our place to intervene, so let them fend for themselves."
"Junior Brother, what you say is quite..." the second disciple began, then scanned Mu Anxiao's face and asked, "But speaking of which, Junior Brother, why do you look so unfamiliar, yet also somehow familiar?"
"Senior Brother, have you forgotten that I stole steamed buns from the kitchen for you yesterday?" Mu Anxiao feigned sadness.
The second disciple fell silent.
Watching the second disciple's silent, thoughtful expression, Mu Anxiao's heart began to flutter with anxiety.