The old gentleman, hearing Feng Qishi's question, felt his heart sink. He opened his eyes, glanced at Zhang Yan standing beside him, and then looked down at Mu Anxiao, who was once again preparing to cast a spell. "I did say that, but right now, Mu Anxiao needs your help," he said with a grave tone.
Feng Qishi's heart sank as he suddenly realized something had happened to Mu Anxiao. He became anxious. "Master, what do you want me to do?"
"Summon Mu Anxiao with your heart."
"What?"
At the same time, the wolf demon and the others shifted their gaze to Feng Qishi, but remained silent.
The old gentleman: "Converse with Mu Anxiao with your heart, close your eyes."
"..." Feng Qishi believed that everything the old gentleman said was correct, so he obediently closed his eyes and asked, "Master, and then?"
"Attempt to use magic to connect with Mu Anxiao..." Halfway through, the old gentleman glanced at Mu Anxiao's hand gestures for casting a spell and said, "Disciple, use the spell to go back directly."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qishi opened his eyes, looked down at his own hands, and without further questions, raised two fingers and began to operate.
The Past.
Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi made identical movements with great tacit understanding.
The old gentleman waved his arm and conjured another image. "This should be about right."
Zhang Yan: "What exactly are you doing?" He frowned as he looked at Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi from different timelines in the image.
The old gentleman placed his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Your disciple is using a spell I taught her. That spell can be used in conjunction with an immortal from another timeline, thus avoiding being trapped in the past."
"You're asking Feng Qishi to save her?"
"Yes, but..." the old gentleman said, "the two must have tacit understanding."
"Tacit understanding..." Zhang Yan repeated, thinking of Mu Anxiao and Feng Qishi's relationship, and sighed, "Forget it, I'll think of a way to save my disciple."
"What do you mean by that?" The old gentleman felt a deep sense of distrust from Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan: "What kind of tacit understanding can your disciple and mine have? Tacit understanding requires training, you..."
"Look," the old gentleman interrupted, pointing at Mu Anxiao in the image.
Zhang Yan immediately retracted his words and looked down at the image. Mu Anxiao's hand began to glow with a blue light. He smiled, "My disciple can come back."
"..." The old gentleman remained silent. Instead, he frowned, staring at the blue light from Mu Anxiao's hand. After a moment of thought, just as he was about to speak, the two images… disappeared simultaneously.
Seeing this, Zhang Yan froze for a moment and asked, "What's going on?" He turned and glared at the old gentleman.
The old gentleman: "I don't know either."
"You also..." Zhang Yan uttered two words, then quickly closed his eyes, attempting to initiate new communication with Mu Anxiao, but… it was ineffective.
The Past, Mortal Realm.
Mu Anxiao stood in place, completely unaware of the danger. Instead, she calmly looked at the blue light in her hand, her lips curling into a smile. "It's ready." With that, she ignored everything around her, closed her eyes, and waited to leave.
The dagger was also prepared.
The Future, Ruined House.
Feng Qishi concentrated, continuing to cast his spell.
Hei Feng looked at Feng Qishi's gradually disappearing body with surprise and asked, "Feng Qishi, what are you doing?"
Feng Qishi: "...." He didn't hear Hei Feng's voice at all.
Hei Feng frowned.
The wolf demon: "I know," he said, cupping his chin.
"Know what?" Hei Feng turned his head to look at the wolf demon.
The wolf demon did not look at Hei Feng but continued to stare at Feng Qishi's retreating figure. Just as he was about to speak, Feng Qishi dissolved into blue light and vanished.
Lin Yan's eyes widened at the sight. "What happened to my master?" It happened so suddenly… He didn't believe Feng Qishi was dead.
The wolf demon closed his open mouth, thought for a moment, and said, "It's probably some kind of spell, but," he turned to look at Lin Yan, "your master seems to have been summoned away."
"Summoned?" Lin Yan repeated, frowning. "Who could it be?"
"Perhaps… Mu Anxiao!" the wolf demon said uncertainly.
Lin Yan: "...." He pouted.
Conversely, Hei Feng smiled. "This way, Mu Anxiao can come back." Saying this, he sat down on the spot and then lay down.
Lin Yan was stunned. He looked down at Hei Feng, who had suddenly lain down, and asked, "What are you lying down for?"
Hei Feng crossed his legs, propped his hands behind his head, and smiled up at Lin Yan. "I feel like it."
"You..." Lin Yan uttered one word, then thought about Feng Qishi's disappearance. His eyes darkened, and he sat down beside Hei Feng. "My master won't die, will he?"
"No," Hei Feng said with certainty.
The wolf demon: "I feel like..." He stared at the blue light before him and took a deep breath. "This isn't a spell, it's demonic art." He then looked down at Hei Feng.
Hei Feng: "Don't overthink it, sit down."
"Not everyone is like you," the wolf demon said, still believing it was demonic art.
Heavenly Realm.
Zhang Yan squatted in place, his hands floating above the clouds, thinking, "Not good, this is demonic art."
The old gentleman looked down at the back of Zhang Yan's head, contemplating Mu Anxiao's spellcasting process and his inability to contact Feng Qishi. He said, "Your disciple is facing a tribulation."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan's brow furrowed. He immediately looked up at the old gentleman, angered. "Don't talk nonsense. How could my disciple face a tribulation?"
The old gentleman: "Demonic energy has already reached here. You say," he said calmly, "they wouldn't know."
Zhang Yan had only just realized it was demonic art. He had initially thought the old gentleman hadn't noticed and wanted to conceal it with immortal energy, but… his thoughts were indeed naive.
Now, hearing the old gentleman's words, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel nervous. "You know my disciple is facing a tribulation?" He stood up.
The old gentleman: "I don't know, but the fact is, using demonic art is a tribulation for every little immortal."
"..." Zhang Yan's eyes darkened. "Can you help her?"
"Help her..." The old gentleman repeated, beginning to worry about Feng Qishi's safety. After a moment of silence, he said, "If my disciple is alright, I will help her. If something happens to her..."
"You're too selfish."
"Can you let me finish speaking," the old gentleman said calmly, "if something happens to my disciple, I will save my disciple first, then help you save her."
"Really?"
"Yes," the old gentleman sighed. "Actually, the spell I gave Mu Anxiao at the time was immature. Moreover, she had demonic energy within her. And just now, she tried so many times, naturally, the demonic energy accepted that spell and turned it into demonic art."
"You know a lot," Zhang Yan looked at the old gentleman with renewed admiration. "Then my disciple will be alright, right?"
"She'll be fine there. When she returns..." The old gentleman glanced at the immortal officials walking gracefully into the immortal palace and said in a low voice, "Zhang Yan, you're quite good at pleasing people in the mortal realm. Here, you should be good at pleasing immortals too!" He turned to look at Zhang Yan.