Feng Guang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt a headache. She held her head and squatted on the ground. It seemed that many piercing noises were ringing in her mind, making her headache unbearable.
"What's wrong?" The man came to her side, reached out and took her hand. Then, he noticed the wooden carving she was clutching tightly in her hand. His eyes darkened slightly, and his voice softened. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I..." Feng Guang quickly realized he was too close to her. She pulled her hand away, stood up, and took a few steps back. Ignoring her headache, she said irritably, "Who gave you permission to touch me?"
"I saw that Fengguang was not feeling well, so I couldn't bear to go and care for her. Since Fengguang doesn't like it, I'll just stay where I am." He meant what he said, and it seemed that he really didn't intend to get close to her.
Feng Guang breathed a sigh of relief, but dared not completely relax.
He suddenly said, "That wood carving looks very valuable."
“This belongs to Mo Qing.” She placed the wooden carving behind her back, as if afraid he would try to snatch it. “This is the only thing I have the chance to bring here, so of course I cherish it.”
"I think so too. If it weren't his, why would Fengguang be so treasured?" Under the plum blossom tree, he smiled gently, his gentle demeanor as fine as jade. The snowflakes behind him had become a mere backdrop at this moment.
The wind seemed to be getting cooler.
She involuntarily took another step back, looking at him warily, remaining silent.
Why is Fengguang silent now?
"You are dangerous."
His eyes curved slightly, and his smile became even more innocent. "Fengguang's intuition is still so strong."
She paused for a moment, taken aback by the familiarity in his words. "Do you know me very well?"
"I don't understand you now." He looked into the distance, as if he were looking at the snow-capped mountains behind her, or as if he wasn't looking at anything at all.
He exuded a sense of loneliness.
Feng Guang's mood suddenly became strange, and she asked, "Who exactly are you?"
“I am a fairy transformed from an ice lotus in the Linglong Pool.” He blinked and chuckled. “The scenery can call me Qiushi.”
She muttered, "Didn't you just say your name was Mo Qing?"
"I was just kidding you, and you actually believed me?"
"I don't believe it," she scoffed.
He laughed, "If Fengguang is willing to come a step closer to me, I can tell you what the wood carving in your hand has that you don't know about."
"Isn't a wood carving just a wood carving? What use is it besides being displayed?"
“That’s because you don’t know.” He laughed again. “If you’re willing to take a step closer, I can tell you Mo Qing’s true identity.”
"Mo Qing... what is her true identity?"
"Want to know?" He smiled slightly. "There's nothing in this world that I don't know."
Feng Guang pursed her lips and thought for a while. Perhaps he could prove that Mo Qing was not just a figment of her imagination. She took two steps closer as instructed, but her expression was still very wary. "I did as you said. Now, go ahead and tell me."
He smiled with satisfaction and slowly said, "Mo Qing is Mo Qing. He is the 32nd generation senior disciple of the Immortal Sect. Although he is nominally Zhiwei's disciple, he was personally taught by the sect's founder. As for the wood carving in your hand, do you know what kind of wood it is made of?"
"What……"
Peach wood.
Feng Guang's hand trembled. What was peach wood? Even if she didn't understand these mystical things, she knew that peach wood was used to exorcise ghosts.
Qiu Shi's eyes narrowed slightly. "Now you should know why you met him. One is the top disciple of a cultivation sect, and the other is a wandering ghost in the mountains..."
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