Mu Anxiao remained completely unaware of all this. The man in the light blue robe was stunned the moment this scene unfolded.
Mu Anxiao blinked her eyes and, still feeling nothing, turned to look at the terrified expression on the face of the boy, who was about fifteen or sixteen, asking, "What did you do to my back?"
"I..." The boy was rendered speechless.
The white-robed woman with flowing hair casually reached out and pulled the dagger from Mu Anxiao's back, saying, "He was trying to kill you."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao slowly turned her head towards the dagger in the white-robed woman's hand, and the pain immediately surged.
"Ah, ah, ah, my blood, is this my blood?" she asked, pointing to the blood on the dagger.
"Yes."
The moment the white-robed woman replied, Mu Anxiao slowly bent her knees and knelt on the ground, wailing theatrically, "Ah, I'm injured, I'm injured."
The boy, watching Mu Anxiao's exaggerated display, twitched the corner of his mouth twice without speaking.
The white-robed woman temporarily set aside the issue of the boy's life and crouched down, asking, "Are you alright?"
"I'm dying, I'm dying," Mu Anxiao cried.
"If you're dying, you can still speak."
Just as the white-robed woman questioned this, the boy personally witnessed the process of Mu Anxiao's back wound healing. His expression grew increasingly tense. "A monster."
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao continued her feigned wailing. The white-robed woman followed the boy's gaze, stood up, and went around to look at Mu Anxiao's back, exclaiming in shock, "Your wound has healed."
As soon as she heard "healed," Mu Anxiao stopped her noisy crying and, just as she was about to get up, a new expression flickered across her face.
"What's wrong?" the white-robed woman asked, watching her.
Mu Anxiao tilted her head up, "My leg is numb." Saying this, she tightly pursed her lips, enduring the numbness.
After the numbness subsided, Mu Anxiao got up and turned to the boy, who had fallen to the ground with weak legs, saying, "You truly are an ungrateful wretch."
"Monster," the boy stammered, clearly terrified.
Seeing the boy's inability to recover from his fright, Mu Anxiao let out a soft snort and turned to the white-robed woman who had returned to her front, saying, "Don't kill him. Killing him will only bring harm to yourself."
"He treated you like that, and yet you still want to protect him."
"Because if I kill him, he'll still be a fine man in eighteen years, but I will live my entire life bearing the guilt. Even in death, I won't find peace. So, it's the same for you." Mu Anxiao felt that this statement required a great deal of thought, but for her own sake, she uttered it.
"You..." The white-robed woman fell silent.
The green-robed woman stepped forward and looked at the white-robed woman's back, saying, "Sister, don't do that. I don't want to see you burdened with guilt over this."
Following the sneak attack on Mu Anxiao, the wicked thoughts within the white-robed woman gradually dissipated. She then looked up at Mu Anxiao and took a step back, saying, "You're right. It's not worth sacrificing yourself for someone like him."
"You're not going to kill him?" Mu Anxiao felt a surge of emotion but maintained a calm demeanor.
"I believe he will face retribution," the white-robed woman said calmly.
At the door, Shen Yan withdrew the finger he had covertly used for casting and turned to the girl beside him, saying, "If you speak of this matter, I will not be lenient with you."
"I won't say anything, I won't say anything," the girl shook her head.
Then, the underworld constables returned.