“....” No one responded.
Seeing that no one replied, Mu Anxiao felt a surge of anxiety. She pushed aside the disciples blocking her, hurried up the steps to the door, and peeked inside, only to see Shen Yan give her a meaningful look.
Don’t say I’m here, play dumb.
Why? Mu Anxiao frowned.
There’s no why. Shen Yan spoke mentally and then quickly disappeared.
“Where did they go?” Mu Anxiao muttered to herself, a strange nervousness beginning to bubble up.
“If I’m not mistaken,” the middle-aged man stepped forward a few paces, staring at Mu Anxiao’s retreating back and speaking mendaciously, “the demon in the inner hall just now was actually your servant. After you had him bite my disciple, you let him leave, didn’t you.”
Mu Anxiao hadn’t encountered such a twisted individual in a long time. She sighed softly, trying to suppress the panic rising within her. Forcing a calm demeanor, she turned to face the middle-aged man and scratched the back of her neck, saying, “Your disciple was the demon’s master.”
Hearing Mu Anxiao’s words, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy glanced at the middle-aged man, who seemed to be giving him an opportunity. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and said urgently, “It was clearly your servant who turned into a demon and bit me just now.”
The disciples looked confused.
“That’s not what you said earlier,” the girl glared at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy stiffened and looked at the girl, calling out, “Junior Sister.”
Seeing the girl’s expression, Mu Anxiao’s lips curved into a slight arc. “I truly wonder if you are her father. Your daughter’s character is just like yours – one heaven, one earth.”
“Enough nonsense,” the middle-aged man, losing face, looked at his bewildered disciples and commanded, “Someone seize her and throw her into the woodshed, along with that fellow.”
“Master.” The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy panicked.
Mu Anxiao glanced at her own palm and then walked up to the middle-aged man, saying, “As long as I can be with this ungrateful wretch, it’s enough.”
The middle-aged man said nothing and stepped aside.
Mu Anxiao shot the middle-aged man a glare and then looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, who avoided her gaze, saying, “Later, I will definitely torment you properly, you little brat.”
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy became flustered.
The next second, Mu Anxiao’s arm was grabbed by a disciple.
Before leaving, she called out, “I didn’t have breakfast, remember to send some food.” After saying this, she inadvertently saw a woman among the disciples and thought, *This must be that girl’s Senior Sister.* Without dwelling on it, she left with the first disciple.
Walking on the road, Mu Anxiao kept cursing under her breath, “You ungrateful wretch, you thing of ingratitude.”
“You’re so much better,” the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy said, his arm being held by the second disciple.
“I’m better than you. People like you should rot to death, no, die of decay and then go to hell.”
“Have you had enough?”
“I’ve only said two sentences, and I could become a ghost. Let me tell you, if you don’t pay me back, I’ll curse your ancestors until you break down.”
“Go ahead and curse,” the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy deliberately provoked Mu Anxiao.
“Fine.” Mu Anxiao narrowed her eyes and began, “Someone like you wants to become an immortal? You’re a pile of dung, even a privy finds you disgusting. Someone like you who loves to lie, evade responsibility, and is selfish and ungrateful is destined to achieve nothing in this life. In other words, in the near future, you’ll be a street rat that everyone wants to beat, a coward who can’t even lift their head when going out.”
“You…”