Before long, the thick clouds dissipated, and the sky was clear and clean as if nothing had ever happened.
In the distance, a figure appeared, his clothes half-undone, his wide-sleeved robe exuding an air of otherworldly grace, dressed in white as he entered a dream.
"Mr. Xu!"
Fu Xi. Mao Tui Er said he was heading north, but he came from the south.
I unconsciously frowned; there were so many things I needed to clarify.
“Mr. Xu, please come into the tent,” Ji Mo said, his voice gentle and warm.
He simply nodded in agreement, not even glancing at the others, and strode off.
Ji Mo personally lifted the curtain for him and dismissed everyone, but Fu Xi asked me to stay. Even though I didn't understand, I stood still and didn't move.
“There are unusual signs in the sky. Someone is going against the way of heaven and acting against the will of heaven.” For some reason, I always felt that when Fu Xi said this, his gaze was directed at me.
What heinous crime have I committed that has angered both gods and men?
His fingers twisted together silently. Could it be because Ji Mo said I was an auspicious omen? After all, I was born as a demon, certainly not an auspicious omen. Did such a thing require such a grand warning as the descent of a true dragon?
"What is it that can be divined to predict good or bad fortune?" Ji Mo asked.
Fu Xi slightly raised his eyes, his gaze cold: "Only celestial beings can know this. This is a calamity from heaven, which will bring disaster to man and surely poison the whole land."
"Is it the calamity of Fuqi or the calamity of Jiugao?"
For some reason, his gaze fell on me again, just a fleeting glance that sent a chill down my spine.
“Your Majesty’s severed arm can be healed,” he suddenly said, ignoring Fuqi and Jiugao.
Ji Mo's eyes flickered slightly. I knew how much he valued his right arm; his empire and his wars all depended on this hand.
"It's been two months."
"It can be cured," Fu Xi said decisively.
"how?"
I remember that before Fu Xi left, he treated my injuries. With just a gentle press of his hand, my broken bones were healed. If he said that Jimo could cure such injuries, I would believe him.
Fu Xi finally turned his head toward me, slightly raised his sleeve, and his eyes revealed no emotion whatsoever: "Give me Liao Yan's soul, and I will heal your arm."
"Mr. Xu... what does this mean?"
"You can't keep her soul." Fu Xi approached step by step. I stood still, pondering the meaning behind his words.
Others would have said that he could have simply said he wanted my life, so why did he have to say he wanted my soul?
Fu Xi raised his hand and grasped my wrist; it was icy cold.
"It's no use treating it." Ji Mo strode forward, snatched my hand, and instantly felt its warmth and heat.
"I still have my left hand, so there's no need for you to trouble yourself, sir."
"You're gambling with the world!" Fu Xi's words were chillingly sinister. "Heaven is not on your side! If you keep her alive, you will surely lose, die a gruesome death, and drag the entire world down with you!"
“I am Ji Mo Dongli, and I believe in fate and human affairs. There is no need for you to say more, sir. I will never let her go.”
They were both unwilling to give in, but I only remembered one sentence: "Even if you die without a complete corpse, you still want to drag the world down with you."
My mind is filled with a jumble of thoughts. Will he die? Because of me? Am I truly an ominous creature, only capable of bringing disaster and death? If so, I would rather choose to leave, offering my soul with both hands—if I have a soul after living for nearly twenty years, it was given to me by Jimo, and now, I should return it.
"Your Majesty, may I speak with Miss Liao?" Fu Xi's voice was surprisingly calm.
"I……"
“Let’s talk privately,” he added, cutting off Ji Mo’s words.
"Mr. Xu must have had a long journey today, so why not rest for a day?" Ji Mo's tone was inevitably cold, yet stiffly respectful.
"A long journey is a bit of an exaggeration." Fu Xi scanned my eyes, as if to say that thousands of miles were nothing more than a blink of an eye for him.
I understand, almost believe, that he truly is.
Silently, I patted Ji Mo's hand. Perhaps I could talk to Fu Xi. I need to understand what a soul is. The past I had almost forgotten, his words about the Direct Spirit Realm, those inexplicable and unheard-of phrases—I should ask him for an explanation.
Ji Mo frowned, gazing intently with a deep look in his eyes. I knew he already harbored resentment towards Mr. Xu; those in high positions are inevitably more suspicious. This was a simple truth that had already been explained in the book he gave me when I was seven years old.
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