Yuan Qing looked at Mu Anxiao's speechless expression because of her, then at Yuan Xiao, who had come specifically to find her. She suddenly felt a pang of guilt and called out, "Master."
Hearing this, Yuan Xiao said sternly, "Come back with me."
"Master, her injuries have not fully recovered. Moreover, as you said, whether one is a person or an immortal, they must know how to repay kindness. If it weren't for her, I would have died long ago," Yuan Qing said. "Master, please let me stay and take care of her."
"You are very dangerous here in your current condition," Yuan Xiao said calmly.
Yuan Xiao had learned from Yuan Chi that Yuan Qing had been injured before performing the rebirth technique on Mu Anxiao. It was because she was worried about Yuan Qing that she had rushed over.
Of course, Yuan Xiao knew in her heart... Yuan Qing was someone who knew how to repay kindness, and she knew even better that Yuan Qing was a persistent person. Generally, once Yuan Qing decided on something, she would not change her mind.
And she was just saying this deliberately for Mu Anxiao to hear. She wanted to see what Mu Anxiao would do. She also wanted to take this opportunity to test Mu Anxiao's character.
As Yuan Xiao had expected, Mu Anxiao understood her meaning and then looked at Yuan Qing, who had lowered her eyelids, and said, "You can go."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Qing's body stiffened, and she looked up at Mu Anxiao, "I..."
"I'm sorry, I forgot about your injuries," Mu Anxiao interrupted, looking at Yuan Xiao. "Take her away."
However, the moment Mu Anxiao said this, Yuan Xiao smiled.
Seeing this, Mu Anxiao was bewildered. "What are you laughing at?"
"Now I know why my disciple chose to take care of you," Yuan Xiao said.
Mu Anxiao was stunned. "You did it on purpose."
"That's right, I did it on purpose," Yuan Xiao said, spreading her hand and conjuring a small bottle, which she handed to Yuan Qing.
Yuan Qing glanced at it and asked cautiously, "Master, what is this?"
"You are injured, and this is an immortal medicine to recover your injuries. Eat it so you can take good care of her," Yuan Xiao said, shaking the small bottle in her hand.
Yuan Qing looked down at the small bottle for a few seconds, then pouted. "Master, you are so kind." Saying this, she took it.
Yuan Xiao smiled. "Don't be moved by me. I just don't want to see you die. After all," she said, "you are an immortal I carefully selected. If you die, I'll have to choose again, which is troublesome."
"Master, you speak so directly," Yuan Qing said, pulling out the stopper from the bottle's mouth and pouring the immortal medicine into her palm.
Mu Anxiao watched Yuan Xiao's meticulous care for Yuan Qing, then thought of Zhang Yan, who had rarely appeared in the past year. She suddenly felt a sense of inadequacy.
"..."
Yuan Xiao calmly observed the changing expression on Mu Anxiao's face and smiled faintly. "Do you miss your master?" she said, then conjured another small bottle.
Mu Anxiao glanced at the small bottle without thinking much and asked, "What is this?"
"When I came, I met Zhang Yan," Yuan Xiao said, smiling. "To be honest, I didn't know you were Zhang Yan's disciple before."
"Zhang Yan..." Mu Anxiao repeated, lowering her head to stare at the small bottle in Yuan Xiao's palm. "Did he give this to you?"
"Yes, he said this can help you maintain your spiritual energy," Yuan Xiao said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "He really understands you."
Mu Anxiao took the small bottle and asked, "What do you mean?"
"He said that when I gave you the bottle, you would definitely show a disappointed expression. As expected," Yuan Xiao shrugged, "you did show a disappointed expression. It seems your master knows you very well."
"..." Mu Anxiao felt a little embarrassed.
Yuan Xiao smiled. "Hurry and eat it." As she spoke, she looked at Yuan Qing, who had swallowed the immortal medicine with some effort.
Following Yuan Xiao's reminder, Mu Anxiao also began to take the medicine.
At the same time, Zhang Yan stood on the rooftop, looking down at the tiles beneath his feet, listening to the conversation between Yuan Xiao and Mu Anxiao, smiled, and turned to look at the man in fine clothes opposite him, his brows furrowed.
The man in fine clothes stared at Zhang Yan without speaking.
Zhang Yan's expression turned cold, and he turned to disappear.
The man in fine clothes froze for a moment, then turned and left.
In a flash.
Zhang Yan appeared before the gates of the General's Mansion. He then looked up at the sky above the mansion, narrowed his eyes, and muttered, "The demonic energy here is really quite dense." Saying this, he turned around and saw Feng Qishi returning.
At the same time, Feng Qishi saw Zhang Yan and quickly stopped his horse, asking, "Why are you here?" He dismounted and walked towards Zhang Yan.
The servants also stopped at the same time, standing in place without saying a word.
Zhang Yan glanced at the servants and then turned to walk ahead.
Seeing this, Feng Qishi turned to the servants. "You all go inside first." After giving the instruction, he turned back to follow Zhang Yan.
The servants responded, "Yes." After Feng Qishi had gone far, they went back.
Immediately, Feng Qishi followed Zhang Yan into a teahouse not far from the General's Mansion.
As they entered, the waiter hurried to greet them, "Sir, what tea would you like?"
"You decide," Zhang Yan ordered and sat down.
The waiter understood Zhang Yan's meaning, responded, "Alright," and walked away.
Then, Feng Qishi sat opposite Zhang Yan and asked, "What is it?"
Zhang Yan snapped his fingers, deliberately masking their conversation, and said, "There is a demonic soul in your mansion."
Feng Qishi was stunned. "...What do you mean?"
"It seems," Zhang Yan saw through Feng Qishi's thoughts and snorted coldly, "you don't want to accept the reality."
"..." Feng Qishi lowered his eyelids.
Zhang Yan continued, "I just went to see my disciple. During that process, I met a man. I think you must have seen that man." He then looked up at the waiter who had just put down a tray.
The waiter smiled playfully at Zhang Yan and said, "Please." Then he took the tray and walked away.
Following Zhang Yan's words, Feng Qishi thought for a moment and said, "A man in rough clothes." He thought of the coachman.
Zhang Yan shook his head.
"No?"
"No, it was a man in fine clothes. Judging by his appearance, he's comparable to your status," Zhang Yan said, his eyes fixed on the steaming tea cup.
Feng Qishi frowned. "A man... in fine clothes." He was perplexed.
Hearing Feng Qishi repeat himself, Zhang Yan asked, "You don't recognize him?" He raised his eyes to look at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi shook his head slightly.
Zhang Yan continued, "Then this matter is peculiar. However, speaking of which," he smiled, "your master is quite ruthless, attracting all sorts of demonic souls to your residence. Do you know about this?"
"I haven't been back for a long time. When I returned this time, I also..." Feng Qishi stopped mid-sentence.