Mu Anxiao let out a cold snort, "You're just a doorkeeper... at most, a gate ancestor. What right do you have to control me?"
Shen Yan withdrew the hand that was stroking the water flask and said, "My people, why should they kneel to you?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao stepped back to the square table, glanced at Shen Yan sideways, and her expression turned arrogant.
"This one..." The woman with white clothes and scattered hair had just uttered two words when her expression froze and she said, "It's you."
"Go back to your home," Shen Yan said coldly.
Hearing this, the woman with white clothes and scattered hair turned and disappeared.
Mu Anxiao stared in surprise at the slowly dissipating beam of light, then turned to look at Shen Yan, blinking as she asked, "What's going on? Why do all the monsters I meet along the way act like this when they see you? You..." She narrowed her eyes. "I seriously suspect you're not a cultivator, but a deity who has already attained immortality."
"Say one more word, and I'll make sure you can't have dinner," Shen Yan said, glancing at her own palm, which was starting to emit a blue light.
Mu Anxiao cautiously glanced at Shen Yan's palm, then turned and hurriedly placed the tray on the table, saying, "You're not eating."
"No," Shen Yan replied, continuing to wipe her water flask.
Mu Anxiao stepped over the chair and sat down. "You're a strange person, always wiping this broken water flask, and you don't even use it." She picked up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and said while eating, "You don't carry anything on you, and you always have two... no, three water flasks hanging from your waist. Aren't you tired?"
"The meat can't shut your mouth," Shen Yan glanced at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao swallowed the meat and said, "Of course. Eating and talking is the happiest thing. You cultivators who don't eat, humans like you will never understand this feeling of mine." As she spoke, she picked up her bowl and took a sip of congee.
"You truly have no manners," Shen Yan blurted out unexpectedly.
Mu Anxiao put down her bowl, dismissively saying, "When I was little, my parents always told me not to eat and talk. Some relatives also said I had no manners. But I think that only during meals can we gather together and talk. What's wrong with that? We're family after all."
"What you said is not wrong, but you talk too much," Shen Yan said, picking up the bundle on the table.
"Why are you taking my bundle?" Mu Anxiao asked unhappily.
Shen Yan remained silent and took out the leather water flask, stained with dry food crumbs, from the bundle, showing her disdain.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the leather water flask, then lowered her head and took a bite of food, deliberately changing the subject. "The servants here all know magic. It's too much."
"Some things here have spiritual awareness. You'd better not act rashly and provoke them like you just provoked the ancestor. Otherwise, if you get beaten, don't come crying to me."
Mu Anxiao put down her chopsticks and looked up, saying, "When have I ever cried to you?"
"You haven't?"
"Have I?" Mu Anxiao retorted.
Shen Yan looked at Mu Anxiao's facade of pretended strength, then looked down at the leather water flask. "Logically, you should clean this for me. But I see that this water flask wasn't finished by you." He glanced at Mu Anxiao, who had once again lowered her head to avoid trouble. "I won't bother you with it."
"I think you should eat something too," Mu Anxiao mumbled.
"It doesn't suit my taste."
The moment Shen Yan finished speaking, the girl walked in and said, "Then don't eat. Anyway, this food isn't specifically prepared for you. It's for her."