Xiao Wangyan stared intently into his eyes, as if trying to see through them to discern any hidden emotions.
Unfortunately, nothing was found; those eyes were like deep pools.
It's unclear whether things are truly calm or if all the undercurrents have been perfectly concealed.
His nose was suddenly touched by Ji Mofan's hand.
"Too close, Demon Lord." Ji Mo Fan pinched his nose with two fingers, deforming it completely.
Has anyone ever told you that your breath smells bad?
Xiao Wangyan was genuinely amused by his words this time.
If those maids hadn't been chased away, they would surely be letting out a silent scream at this overly pleasant atmosphere.
The swaying shadows of the trees, the perfect sunlight, and the two figures intertwined.
But Jimo Fanzhen really knows how to ruin the atmosphere.
Like his spiritual root, it was a large icicle that wouldn't melt even if you held it in your arms, but would only emit cold air.
"Never before, why are you the only one who speaks so disdainfully of me?" He released his grip and pushed the person back.
Seeing Ji Mofan stagger back a few steps before finally regaining his footing, Xiao Wangyan's mood improved slightly.
Have you ever considered that the problem might be with you?
"I don't want to." Ji Mofan's expression remained unchanged.
She even solemnly dusted off her clothes, as if she found Xiao Wangyan utterly repulsive.
Since his rebirth, he has never wasted his energy on internal conflicts.
Whenever things don't go your way, whether it's making yourself or someone else unhappy, the fault always lies with others, not yourself.
How could he be wrong? He never does anything against his conscience.
Xiao Wangyan pointed at him.
But after pointing for a long time without saying anything meaningful, he simply turned and left.
Only Ji Mofan remained standing in the courtyard.
What exactly does this person mean?
Unable to understand Xiao Wangyan's intentions, Ji Mofan simply stopped thinking about it for now. He sheathed his sword and went out to see if anyone could get him some pen, ink, and paper.
Inspiration is more important; what is Xiao Wangyan anyway?
It was only this time that Ji Mo Fan finally found out that the maid who delivered things to his room twice was named Chen Xing.
Unlike the other maids who pretended to be cold-faced, she was genuinely quiet and efficient.
As soon as Ji Mofan mentioned his request, Chen Xing immediately found him paper and pen. She even offered to grind the ink for him, but Ji Mofan politely declined.
He simply couldn't get used to being waited on like that.
Although Shuanghuang was previously kept in his own courtyard as a servant, he was not usually given any menial tasks. Most of the time, the little puppet was allowed to roam freely across the mountains and fields.
Ji Mofan never shirks responsibility for matters that don't require assistance from others.
Because this is itself part of spiritual practice.
After he had put all the inspiration he had gleaned from that rehearsal into words on paper, Ji Mofan looked up at the window and saw that the sun had already begun to set in the west.
In the legends of the cultivation world, the demon realm is always shrouded in darkness, devoid of light.
However, upon arriving at the site, Ji Mofan discovered that much of the content in the book was unreliable.
Although the Demon Realm often experiences bad weather due to the presence of demonic energy, apart from having more cloudy days than the Immortal Realm, there are not many differences.
For example, today is a rare sunny day, and we can see a very beautiful sunset spreading across the western sky.
Beyond the high walls of his small courtyard, the eaves of the Demon Palace's main hall gleamed golden in the rosy light.
It seems the maids did a good job with the spring cleaning.
But speaking of this...
Ji Mo Fan frowned almost imperceptibly.
Xiao Wangyan's attitude today is very strange.
Even though he had previously offered a lame excuse for not spreading his divine sense throughout the entire Demon Palace, it was still unacceptable that he failed to detect the maid's approach today.
The maids were standing too close, so close that even Ji Mofan, who couldn't use his spiritual power, could sense their presence.
Xiao Wangyan shouldn't normally appear so clueless.
What exactly happened?
His strength seems genuine.
Moreover, even if there was something wrong with his identity, why didn't the guards and maids of the Demon Palace notice anything amiss, and even the lowest-ranking demon generals at the Nascent Soul stage didn't realize anything?
He blew on the ink to dry the paper in front of him, folded the paper several times, and put it into his pocket.
Hopefully, that kid Li Geyue can bring him back some useful information.
The next day, Xiao Wangyan left him alone in the yard and ignored him again.
Ji Mofan was too lazy to face him, which actually made it easier for him to move around.
However, there was very little he could investigate in the Demon Palace, especially since from that day onwards he had to avoid the maids who would occasionally pass by him.
Somehow, word got out about what happened in the main hall that day. Some of the bolder maids even sneaked over to Ji Mofan when they saw him doing nothing, and whispered some things about Xiao Wangyan to him in a mysterious way.
Ji Mofan was initially confused, but later he gradually figured out what was going on through subtle questioning.
It's another case of people blindly following the crowd causing trouble.
That day, when Xiao Wangyan grabbed Ji Mofan and ordered the other demon generals to leave, a maid in the main hall happened to witness the whole thing and embellished it when she got back.
So Ji Mo Fan, who was almost strangled to death by the Immortal-Locking Chain, was instead carried in a princess carry by Xiao Wang Yan, and was given a bunch of unfounded adjectives.
What deep, affectionate gazes, what feigned shyness...
He rubbed his ears, finally understanding how Fang Xian felt when he heard those nonsensical words related to himself.
Speechless, helpless, at a loss.
Unregistered or counterfeit products.
If this nonsensical story were to spread in the cultivation world, he, as one of the protagonists, would immediately be criticized for being unsuitable to be the leader of a sect.
But in the Demon Realm...
Ji Mofan could only read curiosity in the eager eyes of these maids.
Occasionally, a tiny bit of envy might cross their minds, but they truly had absolutely no ulterior motives.
So much so that Ji Mofan didn't know how to respond.
Tell them why Xiao Wangyan did those obviously unusual things in front of them.
Absolutely not, otherwise I might be able to fast forward to the day they're planning to hold their Daoist Couple Ceremony.
No, for the Demon Lord, it should be called the Empress Conferment Ceremony.
...That would be even worse!
Ji Mofan only intended to take a stroll in the Demon Realm, find the information he wanted, and then immediately return to be a proper cultivator. He had no intention of getting caught up in the gossip.
If Xiao Wangyan really makes a big fuss and causes some trouble, even if he knows that he still adheres to his Dao heart, in the eyes of the cultivation world he will already be a traitor like a rat crossing the street.
We need to find a way to clear our name before this stigma gets back.
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