As Sui Xuan turned, the four shadowy figures who had intended to sneak into the mansion were scattered by the wind.
Lin Yan: "..." After watching them disappear, he repeated his name aloud: "Lin Yan!"
The ruined temple.
Mu Anxiao and the others sat around the campfire, not speaking, each lost in their own thoughts.
Feng Qishi still couldn't figure out why Lin Yan had lost his memory.
Mu Anxiao, while flipping through a celestial book, sighed.
Listening to Mu Anxiao sighing beside him, Feng Qishi said impatiently, "Can you stop sighing?"
Immediately, Mu Anxiao shifted his gaze from the celestial book and turned to Feng Qishi: "I can't find it."
"..." Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao's celestial book and, recalling Lin Yan's eccentric state just now, asked, "Was there an error in my spell?"
Mu Anxiao: "Possibly."
Unable to accept his own mistake, Feng Qishi shook his head: "No, it definitely wasn't my spell that was wrong; it must be his own problem."
"..." Mu Anxiao rolled his eyes at Feng Qishi and continued to read the celestial book.
Piao said, "Brother Shen, you see, he still has a pulse."
Piao hadn't said anything, but Feng Qishi had forgotten about it. At his reminder, Feng Qishi became exceptionally excited, "Yes, he indeed has a pulse."
Piao: "Then he couldn't have soul-shifted, could he?"
"I already said he wasn't dead," Mu Anxiao once again shifted his gaze from the celestial book and looked at the two of them, "Are you listening to me?"
Feng Qishi: "..."
Piao: "I just want to find a clue from this topic, don't get agitated."
Mu Anxiao: "Am I agitated?"
"You're not agitated?"
"I don't think I'm agitated," Mu Anxiao said, lowering his head to continue reading the celestial book.
Chen said, "Although I don't understand what's going on here, I can tell that Lin Yan," she frowned, "seems quite formidable."
As Sui Xuan turned, Feng Qishi uttered a single word: "Wind."
This time, Mu Anxiao did not shift his gaze from the celestial book.
Piao: "Brother Shen, what do you want to say?"
"I want to ask, how can he control the wind by himself?"
"..." Piao hadn't considered this question, and Feng Qishi's words left him speechless as well.
Chen: "He can control the wind, and I also discovered..." she thought for a moment, "there was no demonic energy in that courtyard."
Mu Anxiao: "I noticed that too." She continued to read the celestial book.
"You noticed it too, why didn't you say anything?" Feng Qishi fixed his gaze on Mu Anxiao's face.
Mu Anxiao sighed, "There's nothing to say. I feel like he considers himself the guardian spirit of that mansion." Saying this, she closed the book and looked at Feng Qishi.
"Spirit?" Feng Qishi frowned, "What do you mean?"
Mu Anxiao made the celestial book disappear as she spoke, "Tell me, how much spell power did you use that day?"
Feng Qishi: "..." He began to ponder Mu Anxiao's question.
Mu Anxiao watched Feng Qishi quietly. "..."
Piao: "Mu Anxiao, what are you trying to say?"
Mu Anxiao glanced at Piao, saying nothing.
Chen: "..." She looked curiously at Feng Qishi, who was deep in thought.
Feng Qishi also glanced at the faces of the three of them, pursed his lips, and said, "Actually, I didn't use that much spell power."
"Not that much, how much is not that much?" Mu Anxiao pressed him persistently.
Feng Qishi: "I forgot."
Feng Qishi had always used his spells without restraint. Hearing him say this, Mu Anxiao snorted, "Shen the Crazy, I understand."
Feng Qishi: "Understand what?" He had a premonition of being ridiculed by Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao: "Tell me, how confident are you in your spells?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"Just tell me, how confident?"
"..." Seeing Mu Anxiao's serious expression, Feng Qishi felt compelled to answer. He thought for a moment and said, "As confident as one can be."
"How much spell power do you use each time?"
"How much?" Feng Qishi thought for a moment and said, "About fifty percent."
"Fifty percent?" Mu Anxiao looked surprised, glancing at Feng Qishi's hand, "I knew why you always ran out of steam halfway through fighting monsters; it's because you're overconfident."
"I got tired..."
"Do you know why you get tired?"
"I was too focused."
Mu Anxiao shook her head. "..."
"What do you mean by shaking your head?"
"Focused? Hmph!" Mu Anxiao said dismissively, "Fighting five monsters, fifty percent is more than enough. Fifty percent? You're too greedy."
Feng Qishi didn't want to be lectured by Mu Anxiao on this matter, so he coldly asked, "Mu the Fool, what exactly are you trying to say?"
"You used too much spell power on Lin Yan, and as for why he soul-shifted," Mu Anxiao smiled, "I think it's also your fault." She pointed at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi: "..."
Piao and Chen turned their gazes to Feng Qishi.
Mu Anxiao smiled. "..."
Feng Qishi lowered his head and thought, then asked, "Did I kill him?"
"I said, he isn't dead."
"Then what's his situation?"
"In his previous life, he was bullied by a demonic soul..."
"He was bullied by you," Feng Qishi interrupted.
Mu Anxiao's expression turned cold. "..."
Seeing Mu Anxiao's reaction, Feng Qishi quickly smiled, "You go on, I won't interrupt."
"..." Mu Anxiao snorted and glared at Feng Qishi, then continued, "In his previous life, he was bullied by a demon... by me. He resented me in his heart and wished to become a new self to protect himself from being bullied by me. Then, with the help of your excessive spell power, he successfully detached himself from his past self, and that past self was his body."
Piao: "So he can't see himself?"
Mu Anxiao nodded. "..."
Feng Qishi thought for a moment and said, "You're talking too much nonsense. What does this have to do with me?"
"My nonsense has a basis. Do you remember what he said?"
"What did he say?"
Mu Anxiao took a deep breath and then, imitating Lin Yan's tone, said, "This is a place I have guarded for thousands of years. All of you get out."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, Feng Qishi was shocked: "Thousands of years?"
"Yes, with your help, he considers himself the guardian spirit of that place, and what he must guard..." Mu Anxiao intentionally left the sentence unfinished.
Feng Qishi excitedly urged, "Finish what you're saying!"
Mu Anxiao: "He must guard himself."
"Huh?" Feng Qishi was confused. "Isn't that narcissism?"
"Yes, your spell power was filled with confidence. That surge of power, combined with his inner desires, formed narcissism, giving him the courage to leave his past. In other words," Mu Anxiao said, "it gave him the determination to protect himself. The thousands of years he spoke of were just words, don't take them literally."
Feng Qishi: "Just words. So, his amnesia has nothing directly to do with me."
"Don't shirk responsibility." Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and picked up a wooden stick to stir the fire.