"Eh?" Liu Xian exclaimed, his head snapping up at the price.
"Your friend is really reliable," Fan Yan said, taking a bite of his steak and smiling. "Don't worry, we'll split it. You can treat me to street food next time. This meal, consider it a friendship dinner for us brothers, and a chance to experience a different life. It's not bad."
"Aren't you mad?"
"What's the use of being mad? Anyway, the service here is quite good, so I'm in a good mood," Fan Yan said as he ate.
"You're so nice," Liu Xian pouted.
"Eat up quickly, or the money will have been wasted," Fan Yan whispered.
Liu Xian nodded and began to eat.
After the candlelit dinner, the relationship between Fan Yan and Liu Xian had subtly deepened.
In Zhang Yan's room, Mu Anxiao sat on the sofa, feeling unwell again.
"Are you feeling unwell again?" Zhang Yan asked, standing across from the coffee table.
Mu Anxiao took a deep breath and said, "I don't know why, but I feel a tightness in my chest, coming and going."
"Why would that be?" Zhang Yan mumbled. He walked around the coffee table and crouched in front of Mu Anxiao. "Give me your hand."
Mu Anxiao cooperatively extended his hand.
Zhang Yan took Mu Anxiao's pulse. After a moment of silence, he said, "This is not good."
"What is it?" Mu Anxiao asked, looking down at Zhang Yan.
"Your immortal arts are currently flowing away little by little, no..." Zhang Yan felt again. "They are going somewhere else."
"Somewhere else," Mu Anxiao repeated calmly. He suddenly remembered the immortal light flowing within him during Feng Qishi's presence, and gave a wry smile. "It seems it's going to where it belongs."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Immortal arts are a form of spiritual energy. They have found their rightful owner," Mu Anxiao said faintly.
"Owner?" Zhang Yan repeated, removing his hand. "Are you saying it's Feng Qishi?"
"Yes. I saw immortal light flowing within him today. The moment I got close, the immortal light accelerated. The moment I moved away... it slowed down," Mu Anxiao swallowed. "Those immortal arts are returning to his body bit by bit."
"That makes sense. You drank his immortal blood without his consent. Those immortal arts were forced into your body. For decades, Shen Yan never let you near him, so you naturally had no opportunity to return the immortal arts. They probably wanted to go back long ago," Zhang Yan said, standing up.
"Am I going to die?" Mu Anxiao asked, looking up.
"If you had used a rescue method, it might not have come to this. The problem is that you used immortal arts to save him, which caused the immortal arts to sense their owner. This..." Zhang Yan sighed. "I really don't know what to do."
"I'm asking you, am I going to die?" Mu Anxiao asked again.
Zhang Yan looked down at Mu Anxiao's weakened state and said, "You'll be fine. No matter what, your immortal age cannot be taken away. Once these immortal arts leave, you will recover. However, as far as I know," he gave a dry laugh, "when you return, you will have nothing but your youth and age. Afterward, you will have to cultivate even harder than others, or you will be targeted by demons."
"What about Feng Qishi?" Mu Anxiao asked.
"It seems you can't leave him behind this time," Zhang Yan said earnestly.
Mu Anxiao clutched his chest. "Why?"
"Because he is a mortal body. So many immortal arts returning to his body, I fear he won't be able to withstand it. Although he has an immortal soul, there will still be an impact. Therefore, leading him to become an immortal is crucial," Zhang Yan said seriously.
Mu Anxiao looked at Zhang Yan's serious expression and lowered his gaze slightly, asking, "What will happen if he doesn't become an immortal?"
"It's simple," Zhang Yan swallowed, "premature death."
Upon hearing those four words, Mu Anxiao panicked. "What?"
"Think about it yourself," Zhang Yan said, gesturing towards the kitchen. "I'll go make you something to eat."
Mu Anxiao remained silent.
Zhang Yan turned and walked towards the kitchen.
Half an hour later, Liu Xian and Fan Yan knocked on Zhang Yan's door together.
In the kitchen, Zhang Yan couldn't set aside his work for a moment and called out, "Mu Anxiao, open the door."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao glanced towards the kitchen, then stood up without a word and walked to the door. He listlessly opened it and stepped back.
"What's wrong with you?" Liu Xian asked, looking at Mu Anxiao's absentminded expression.
Mu Anxiao shook his head, turned, and sat back down on the sofa.
Liu Xian frowned, walked into the room, glanced at Fan Yan who followed, and nudged his head towards Mu Anxiao.
Fan Yan glanced at Liu Xian's nervous demeanor, then consciously looked at Mu Anxiao, who was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed, and remained silent.
"Ask him," Liu Xian nudged Fan Yan's arm.
Fan Yan frowned slightly and said deliberately, "That steakhouse really ripped us off. I thought there would be dessert, but there was none after we finished."
"Yeah, it was a rip-off. I was going to treat Mu Anxiao," Liu Xian said, intentionally glancing at Mu Anxiao. "But I guess not now, it's not worth it."
"Right," Fan Yan agreed, then suddenly remembered the bouquet. "Oh, right, Mu Anxiao, I brought you a gift." Saying this, he hurriedly turned and ran out of the room.
Liu Xian smiled awkwardly at Mu Anxiao. "I wonder what that guy brought you?"
"You actually wore it," Zhang Yan said, coming out of the kitchen with the stir-fried dishes.
Liu Xian looked down at the old-fashioned suit he was wearing and smiled. "Boss, people say this suit looks particularly good." As he spoke, he consciously took the plate from Zhang Yan's hand and placed it on the coffee table.
"It's not even tailored at the waist," Zhang Yan said, pointing at the loose old-fashioned suit on Liu Xian.
"I think it's fine," Liu Xian said, standing up.
Zhang Yan gave a dry chuckle. "If you think it's fine, then it's yours."
"That's too embarrassing," Liu Xian said shyly.
"It's nothing," Zhang Yan said, turning and heading back to the kitchen.
Seeing this, Liu Xian hurried to follow. "Boss, let me help you."
Then, in the next moment, as they entered the kitchen, Fan Yan entered the room holding the bouquet and said, "Mu Anxiao, this is for you." He walked up to Mu Anxiao and squatted down.
Mu Anxiao smelled the fragrance of the flowers and looked at the bouquet in front of Fan Yan. "Why are you giving this to me?"
"I want to give it to you," Fan Yan said, smiling at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao sighed, took the bouquet from Fan Yan, and said, "Thank you."
At the same time, Zhang Yan and Liu Xian came out of the kitchen with the dishes and saw this scene.
"Uh, what are you doing?" Zhang Yan said, quickening his pace to place the dishes on the coffee table.
Mu Anxiao sat on the sofa holding the bouquet, silent.
As Liu Xian bent down to place his dishes, he took out his phone and brazenly snapped a photo.