"You're unbelievable," she said, propping herself up with her elbows and looking at Shen Yan, who had already put on his shoes and stood up from the bedside.
Shen Yan bent down to straighten his clothes and said, "Look at the sky outside."
"What's so special about the sky?" Mu Anxiao said dismissively, but still turned her head towards the door.
"See anything?"
Mu Anxiao yawned, "The sky is very dark, probably going to be a cloudy, rainy day."
"Something is about to happen, we need to leave as soon as possible," Shen Yan said, walking to the chair and sitting on it backward.
"Demons?" Mu Anxiao recalled the words of the Yin official from last night.
"This demon is very likely raised by one of their internal cultivators," Shen Yan said, scoffing disdainfully, "This sect is truly hypocritical."
"I say," Mu Anxiao sat cross-legged and asked, tilting her head up, "Do you have a problem with cultivators, or are you just unhappy when you see someone stronger than you?"
"No," Shen Yan said. As he got up from the chair, there was a knock on the door.
"You go," Mu Anxiao pointed at Shen Yan, "I need a moment to recover."
Shen Yan glanced at Mu Anxiao, then walked to the door, opened it, and looked at the maid who had served them food last night.
"Young Master, please wash up," the maid said, bowing her head slightly.
Shen Yan reached out to take the copper basin from the maid's hand. Just as he was about to turn, the maid said, "Young Master, I need to collect the bowls and chopsticks."
Shen Yan moved aside to let her in.
The maid pursed her lips and stepped over the threshold into the room, only to freeze. "Where are the bowls and chopsticks?"
"Here," Mu Anxiao, still sitting on the floor, pointed beneath the square table.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" the maid asked, stepping forward and bending down.
Mu Anxiao reached under the table, retrieved the tray, and said, "I was meditating. Here." She picked up the tray and handed it to the maid.
The maid bent down to take the tray, glanced at the empty bowls and plates on it, and asked, "Young Master, did you enjoy the meal?"
"I'm not picky, but," Mu Anxiao pointed at Shen Yan, who was placing the basin on its stand, "my young master doesn't like bland food."
Shen Yan said while immersing a face cloth in the water, "It's not me who dislikes bland food." He then took out the face cloth, wrung it out, and wiped his face.
Mu Anxiao became embarrassed the second Shen Yan said that.
"We servants can never say the right thing, it's no use. Well," Mu Anxiao pushed herself up from the ground, "you can go now."
"Okay," the maid nodded, turned, and left the room.
Mu Anxiao walked gracefully behind Shen Yan and said, "Aren't you going to brush your teeth?"
Shen Yan extended his hand.
Mu Anxiao looked at Shen Yan's hand and clicked her tongue. "You're so troublesome." Saying that, she turned back to the square table, took out two wrapped wooden sticks from her bundle, returned behind Shen Yan, and said, "Here."
Shen Yan took what Mu Anxiao handed him, unrolled it, and a small bottle appeared in his palm. "Do you want some?" he offered it to Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao nodded, took out a wooden toothbrush from her handkerchief, and said, "Use a little less, it's salty."
Shen Yan completely ignored Mu Anxiao's words, pushed the stopper open with his thumb, and sprinkled a large amount of salt onto the bristles. "Here you go."
"You got me," Mu Anxiao glared at Shen Yan. As she stepped towards the door, the white-robed, long-haired woman suddenly appeared in front of her.
"What are you doing?" Mu Anxiao stopped and asked.
The white-robed, long-haired woman pointed at the wooden door. "Be gentle."