Their main purpose in coming here was to confirm whether Ji Mofan was alive or dead. If he was still of use, they would find a way to bring him back.
But now it seems they are no longer of any use, and it appears they can prepare to return home.
Ning Weisheng did not answer immediately; his hands, which were hanging at his sides, had clenched tightly without him noticing.
"...Let's not go back to the sect yet." After a long silence, he sighed. "Li Geyue's matter is still unresolved. He is also a disciple of my Sword Sect. Besides, we can't just abandon the Li family members who are traveling with us in the Demon Realm."
His words were presented in a grand and reasonable manner. Although the disciple who came to inquire was somewhat reluctant, he didn't say much and nodded with his lips pursed.
*
"You really don't want to see your fellow disciples?" Xihe carried Ji Mofan back to the small room where he always stayed, and then casually put him down.
Then, he watched in disbelief as the person who had been as pale as paper quickly regained a normal complexion before his very eyes.
He wasn't surprised at all, after all, he had prepared that bottle of pills himself.
He originally prepared these snacks to keep himself entertained, but today he's using them to fool people.
"It's pointless. What good would it do to see him?" Ji Mofan smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.
The little black bird had been staying alone in Ji Mofan's room, but when it saw him return, it flapped its little wings and flew over.
Unable to sense any familiar spiritual energy from Ji Mofan, it made a strange cooing sound.
Ji Mo Fan tossed him a spirit stone and then fell silent.
Xihe stared at the tea, pointed to herself, and asked, "What about me?"
Ji Mofan just kept his head down and drank his tea, saying, "The cup is right there, pour it yourself."
"I am the Demon Lord, and this is how you treat me?" Xihe laughed in anger.
Ji Mofan looked him up and down.
“Before, he had the face of a demon lord, but now even that’s gone,” he said.
Xihe subconsciously touched her cheek.
The texture is different; it's his own original skin.
"There's no way around it. The wisp of divine soul power left behind by His Excellency isn't strong. If it's overused, it will be forced into a dormant state," he said.
Ji Mo Fan lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
No wonder he used to mysteriously disappear for days on end.
"So, the person 'Xihe' never appeared in the Demon Palace?" Suddenly realizing something was amiss, he looked up and asked.
In the past, whenever Xihe appeared in front of people, she always wore the face of Demon Lord Xiao Wangyan.
But according to his previous statement, he should have been taken in by the Demon Lord a long time ago, so logically no one should have seen him.
Xihe scratched the back of her head and said in an honest tone, "Because at first I was staying in the backyard of the Demon Palace."
Ji Mo Fan's mind went blank for a moment.
"...Aren't you human?" The tone was unusually surprised, so much so that although it sounded like an insult, it didn't carry any abusive connotation in this context.
Ji Mo Fan is genuinely confused.
The Demon Palace's backyard was the place Xihe had taken him to see last time, a place that resembled the eighteen levels of hell. The lower level held serious criminals, while the upper level housed all sorts of demonic beasts.
It is both the Demon Lord's private collection and a shackle to deter prisoners from escaping.
Seeing Xihe nod at him, Ji Mofan belatedly realized that he was familiar with the demon beasts.
No wonder he was able to recognize the true form of the Black Bird at a glance, because he himself was also a member of the demon beast race.
However, whether in the world of cultivation or the world of demons, opportunities for demon beasts are extremely rare. Most of them can only exist in the form of beasts without intelligence. Demon beasts that can transform into human form are just as rare as cultivators in the Mahayana stage.
"So you're from Penglai?" Ji Mo Fan asked Xi He.
Penglai is the territory of the demon race. Because the demons who can transform into human form are rejected by the human race, they have always gone to this isolated island in the sea far away from humans.
Despite being isolated from the human race for countless years, Penglai has managed to exchange information through occasional interactions over the years.
It is said that if transformed demon beasts can mate with each other, the probability of their offspring being able to transform into human form will greatly increase.
Xihe shook her head. "I don't remember."
Ji Mofan didn't ask any further questions and simply lowered his head to continue drinking his tea.
"Aren't you really going to meet those people who came looking for you?" Xihe pulled out a chair in front of him and sat down, pouring herself a cup of tea as well.
Ji Mofan didn't even lift his eyelids. "We've already met, and I don't have anything to say to each other alone."
“I thought you would want to meet him…” Xihe muttered.
Ji Mo Fan frowned slightly.
So, with this in mind, he inexplicably brought people into the Demon Palace?
However, contrary to Xihe's arrangements, Jimo Fan was not very interested in meeting them.
Especially Ning Weisheng's invitation to him before she left.
It sounds grand and dignified, but to outsiders, all they can probably hear is his concern for his senior brother.
After all, in their eyes, Ji Mo Fancai was injured under the persecution of the Demon Lord. If he continued to fall into the hands of the demon cultivators, his situation would only become more difficult.
His suggestion, no matter how you look at it, is undeniably protective.
However, Jimo Fan cannot ignore another possibility.
—Ning Weisheng is very likely planning to take advantage of people's misfortune.
His thoughts about Ji Mofan were so well-known that many people probably forgot that they were once the two most antagonistic figures in the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
Ji Mofan doesn't believe that a person can change into two completely different people in a short period of time without any reason.
Given Ning Weisheng's past personality, it would have been impossible for him not to take advantage of his misfortune and ridicule him at this time.
Now, naturally, he can't completely trust this person either.
Since we have such a big shield as the Demon Lord, it's perfect to bring him out and put him in front of us.
“I’m not interested. You don’t need to do this useless work in the future,” Ji Mofan said finally.
Xihe was just about to nod.
He suddenly paused, his eyebrows furrowing. "Wait a minute, why am I so obedient to you?"
Ji Mofan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him with amusement. "You only just realized that? You're so slow to react. I really don't know how you managed to deceive everyone in the Demon Realm for so many years."
"You're such a strange person. How can someone who's a righteous person enter the Demon Palace and not only not be afraid, but also use their own immortal bones to threaten others?" Xihe said, her voice breaking through her defenses.
“If the real Demon Lord were present, his reaction would probably be completely different,” Ji Mo Fan shrugged.
"What will Your Majesty do?" Xihe asked instinctively.
Ji Mofan looked at him with some surprise. "You're asking me?"
Xihe was rendered speechless by his question.
Yes, even he had to rely on that wisp of divine soul to estimate the Venerable's reaction. How could he have been distracted for a moment just now and asked such a strange question to a righteous child?
He's been feeling really strange lately; ever since he met this Ji Mo Fan, everything has been going wrong for him.
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