"Cool, but..." the Yin Messenger in the suit looked at Feng Qishi and smiled, "Do you know how to use it?"
"I learned it in a flash," Feng Qishi said with ease.
"I don't think this magical artifact suits you," the little follower suddenly said.
Feng Qishi's expression stiffened, and he looked down at the little follower, smiling, "Do you know how to speak, child?"
"I'm just telling the truth," the little follower said with a serious face.
The Yin Messenger in the suit lowered his head and said, "Little boss, what you just said was quite demoralizing for him."
"I didn't mean to," the little follower said aggrievedly, looking at the plain wooden spear in Feng Qishi's hand. "I think you should use a heavier magical artifact to showcase your handsome and imposing side." He gave a thumbs up.
Feng Qishi was stunned.
Seeing Feng Qishi's stunned expression, the Yin Messenger in the suit squatted down and said, "Little boss, your flattery is a bit over the top."
"I'm not flattering him," the little follower shook his head.
Then, Feng Qishi squatted down, stared into the little follower's eyes, and smiled, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the little follower shook his head slightly.
The Yin Messenger in the suit was completely bewildered.
Immediately, the little follower said, "Can I touch your plain wooden spear?"
Feng Qishi smiled and shook his head, "No."
Upon hearing this, the little follower put on a stern face and said, "Stingy people drink cold water, Mu Shazi hits you with a crooked mouth."
"Why should Mu Shazi hit me?" Feng Qishi deliberately mimicked the little follower's tone of voice.
The Yin Messenger in the suit shivered, "Can you speak normally?"
Feng Qishi ignored him.
The little follower made a face at Feng Qishi, then quickly reached out and touched Feng Qishi's plain wooden spear, saying, "I touched it, stingy person." With that, he squatted down and disappeared.
Feng Qishi glanced at the plain wooden spear and stood up.
The Yin Messenger in the suit chuckled and stood up, saying, "He's still just a child."
Feng Qishi put away the plain wooden spear and said, "Did you forget something?"
The Yin Messenger in the suit's eyes darted, "You mean the money, right?"
"Yes," Feng Qishi nodded.
Then, the Yin Messenger in the suit gave a dry laugh and said, "This matter, I didn't tell you, that, this..."
"Since the subordinates only gave you half the money, you should share it with me, otherwise," Feng Qishi smiled sinisterly, "I won't be able to account for it to Mu Shazi."
The Yin Messenger in the suit was startled by the expression on Feng Qishi's face, "Alright, alright, I'll give it to you." As he spoke, he took out some silver notes from his pocket and handed them to Feng Qishi.
"You're well-prepared," Feng Qishi took them.
"Of course," the Yin Messenger in the suit nodded and muttered, "I thought this guy wouldn't want it, what bad luck, my money."
"I definitely will want it," Feng Qishi said, having heard his muttering.
The Yin Messenger in the suit looked at Feng Qishi with an embarrassed expression and said, "Your ears are very good."
"Mhm," Feng Qishi replied casually.
The Yin Messenger in the suit gave a simple laugh and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." He cupped his fists.
"Go ahead, remember to see us off before we leave," Feng Qishi said.
The Yin Messenger in the suit nodded, turned, and left.
Feng Qishi watched the Yin Messenger in the suit completely disappear into the wind, a smile curving his lips. He conjured the plain wooden spear again and swung it with great force. A rustling sound came from the side.
At the park entrance, Mu Anxiao suddenly stopped, looking at the rustling leaves by the side, and frowned, "I'm going to exercise, you go back first."
"Okay..."
As Liu Xian uttered the first syllable, Mu Anxiao rushed out.
Liu Xian watched her run away, sighed, and said, "This girl can really run, I can't even keep up with her."
"You're lacking in exercise," said the old man guarding the gate.
Liu Xian gave the old man an embarrassed smile and walked away.
On the other side, Mu Anxiao followed the intermittent rustling sounds and ran a full circle in the park before stopping in front of Feng Qishi, who was continuously swinging the plain wooden spear. "You're just looking for trouble, aren't you?"
Feng Qishi retracted the plain wooden spear and said, "You're the one looking for trouble."
"I told you," Mu Anxiao looked around, and when she confirmed no one was there, she whispered, "You'll deplete your spiritual energy like this, don't you understand?"
"I haven't done anything wrong?" Feng Qishi said aggrievedly.
"You still say you haven't done anything wrong, your spiritual energy has affected the trees at the park entrance, don't you know?" Mu Anxiao said angrily.
Feng Qishi's expression turned surprised, then he smiled again, "Wow, my plain wooden spear is so powerful."
"You're fine?" Mu Anxiao asked, looking at Feng Qishi, whose complexion hadn't changed at all.
Feng Qishi smiled, "I'm doing great, I don't feel any depletion of spiritual energy. Instead, I feel like my entire soul has become much lighter."
"You..." Mu Anxiao started to say something, then nodded, "That's good, it's good you don't feel anything."
"You're not drunk, are you?" Feng Qishi suddenly asked.
Mu Anxiao frowned, "You knew I was drinking?"
"Mhm, Zhang Yan said you were faking it. I didn't believe it at first, but now," Feng Qishi smiled, "I believe it."
"What does it have to do with you?" Mu Anxiao averted her gaze.
"Are you feeling lost?" Feng Qishi said.
Mu Anxiao lowered her head and remained silent.
Feng Qishi intentionally took a step closer to Mu Anxiao, "If you don't speak, it means you're lost."
"If I say I'm not lost, wouldn't that be very fake?" Mu Anxiao said in a low voice.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao's dejected appearance and said, "It's not fake."
"Why?" Mu Anxiao asked without lifting her head.
"Because your name is Mu Shazi," Feng Qishi said nonchalantly.
"Idiot," Mu Anxiao said, turning her back.
"The disciple is foolish, and the master is silly, isn't that a good thing?" Feng Qishi leaned in and said.
Mu Anxiao tilted her head, "You said before that if the master is silly, the disciple must be smart. You're saying this now, don't you feel your face stinging?"
"It doesn't hurt. After all, people's thoughts are always changing. If you were to ask me to count how many times I've slapped my own face before I died, I," Feng Qishi chuckled foolishly, "I really can't count it, because it's too many."
"In that case, so am I," Mu Anxiao said.
"You say you don't care about having magical arts or spiritual energy, but in reality, you care a lot. You say you don't care about what others think of you, but in reality, you do care," Feng Qishi smiled and leaned down, "Mu Shazi, you truly are a hypocrite."
"Say less of such things in the future, you don't understand me at all," Mu Anxiao said. The moment she turned around abruptly, she met Feng Qishi's eyes at close range.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao's face without changing his expression and said, "You can't see me clearly again."
Mu Anxiao calmly took two steps back and said, "Don't talk nonsense, if I say I don't care, then I don't care."