Clearly, He Mingxiao's answer did not convince Wu Yan.

He searched the lobby carefully again, and found that everything was normal except for a small amount of residual demonic energy at the elevator entrance.

He crouched down, picked up a piece of ashes from a burnt piece of paper, and gently twirled it between his fingertips.

The ashes were crushed into powder and fell down in a flurry.

He sniffed his fingertips, and after a moment, opened his slightly closed eyes and frowned.

“It doesn’t seem like it just vanished into thin air…” Wu Yan seemed to remember something, and he suddenly turned to look at Nan Xian.

She was held in He Mingxiao's arms, her head resting on his shoulder, breathing heavily, fast asleep. Even their long conversation hadn't disturbed her at all.

Last time, when Luanna was possessed by a demon, the thing that possessed her also disappeared into thin air.

He was seriously injured and recuperating at the time, and did not witness it firsthand. So when Situ Ting told him that the monster was destroyed by Nan Xian, Wu Yan did not take it seriously.

After all, Nan Xian was just an ordinary human with a slightly special constitution. She had never been exposed to cultivation, let alone slaying demons. Wu Yan had only thought it was a coincidence, but everything that happened today forced him to re-evaluate this human girl...

Wu Yan scrutinized Nan Xian's profile, his free left hand rapidly calculating within his sleeve.

Past lives and present lives, cause and effect, reincarnation... Nan Xian, who exactly are you?

Five fingers flew across the paper, with a faint light flashing at their fingertips.

Invisible golden threads extended from both the sky and the earth, merging with the light from his fingertips and gradually weaving into a large golden net.

However, just as his calculations were about to yield results, the large net that was about to be completed was suddenly shattered by an unfamiliar force.

Wu Yan was immediately startled—

The ancestors of the Wu family once made a pact with Heaven and Earth. Generation after generation, the Wu family cultivated their minds and practiced Taoism, benefited the people, and accumulated merit. After a hundred generations, every fifty years, the Wu family would produce a gifted individual who could communicate with Heaven and Earth and predict good and bad fortune, leading the family to prosperity.

Wu Yan was that exceptionally gifted person. Although the connection between him and all living things was weakened due to the depletion of spiritual energy, and he had never truly communicated with heaven and earth, his divination ability was still far superior to others, and he had never made a mistake.

He paused, but not giving up, he tried again.

This time, he had only just begun his calculations when he suddenly lost all clues. His left fingertips went numb, stiffened, and became unable to move.

If the previous force was gentle persuasion, now it's like an elder stopping a child from making a mistake. The attitude remains gentle, but it brooks no argument, carrying a subtle threat and disapproval.

Wu Yan instantly felt an extremely strong sense of pressure, as if a giant hand was hanging above his head, about to fall at any moment.

He subconsciously looked up, but there was no giant hand overhead as he had imagined. The ceiling and chandeliers of the complex were still clean and tidy. However, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, not daring to calculate anymore, and repeatedly said "I'm sorry" in his mind.

The oppressive feeling disappeared immediately, and my fingers returned to normal.

Wu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Nan Xian, his gaze unconsciously filled with caution and awe.

Although he still only had a vague understanding of her, he was at least certain that she had an inseparable connection with the world, to the point that even he could not easily probe her identity...