When the flying artifact stopped at the mountain gate, Sheng Xi saw from afar a figure dressed in the robes of a disciple of the Chaoming Palace rushing towards the gate.
He didn't even need to get close to examine her face closely; he could tell from her figure that this person was his junior sister, whose mind was always filled with handsome men and beautiful women and romantic love.
He instinctively wanted to retreat back into the flying artifact, but when he had only taken half a step, he suddenly received a gaze from Ji Mofan.
—There was nothing in those eyes at all.
There was no disdain for his shameless return to the sect after his fall from grace, nor any sympathy for his current dilemma. His dark eyes were like a calm pool, reflecting whatever Sheng Xi himself was like.
My heart, which had been racing up and down the roller coaster, suddenly calmed down at this moment.
For some reason, Sheng Xi was strangely comforted by Ji Mo Fan's seemingly indifferent gaze.
Half a second later, he came to his senses and almost laughed at himself for being so angry.
He's really out of his mind, adding his own drama over there.
Rather than saying that Ji Mofan was intentionally casting a comforting glance at him, it would be more accurate to say that Ji Mofan didn't take him seriously at all.
But believe it or not... it's actually working wonders for him now.
Thinking of this, he stopped what he had been doing and stepped out of the flying artifact.
Sheng Xi's inner turmoil lasted only a very brief breath. Ji Mo Fan had originally turned back to suggest that if she didn't want to enter the Chaoming Palace, she could wait inside the magical artifact. However, Sheng Xi's expression changed in that brief instant, as if she had already convinced herself.
...I don't know what he's thinking, but it's always a good thing that he's not causing trouble.
"Greetings to Chief of Jimo... uh..." Jiang Shiyun politely cupped her hands upon meeting him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized something was amiss, and she swallowed the word "Chief" back.
Half a month ago, Yun Cang Sword Sect announced that it was severing ties with Ji Mo Fan, and he lost the title of chief. It is obviously inappropriate to call him that now.
But since they were already used to calling him that, they couldn't think of a more suitable way to call him that, so their brains and mouths were both stuck, and the atmosphere became awkward.
"Just call me by my given name." Ji Mo Fan didn't care at all.
He could even strip himself of that seemingly glamorous position, let alone an empty title.
Moreover, Jiang Shiyun should actually be older and more experienced than him; he only uses a respectful title because he used to be the chief.
"Ji Mo Fan." Soothed by his gentle, smiling eyes, Jiang Shiyun couldn't help but relax and sighed, "It's been so long, how have you been?"
"Thank you for your concern, I'm alright," Ji Mofan said casually.
But Jiang Shiyun could see the weariness in his eyes and brows.
It makes sense. Ever since her Daoist ceremony with Qi Fengyu, she had been busy preparing. Who knew that something would happen during the ceremony? She went to the Demon Realm and finally returned, only to be met with rumors and gossip throughout the cultivation world, as well as fellow disciples who didn't trust her at all.
It's only natural to feel tired.
"Come in and sit down, shall we talk?" Jiang Shiyun stepped aside to make way for him. "You must have come here on purpose, for some important matter, right?"
"Senior Sister Jiang, aren't you worried that I'm a spy for the demonic path, as the outside world says?" Ji Mo Fan raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Then are you?" Jiang Shiyun looked at him and asked quite seriously.
Ji Mofan rarely showed such a warm and friendly smile to strangers he had only met a few times, his eyebrows and eyes curving into a pair of crescent moons.
“I didn’t do it,” he said.
Whether based on mere personal feelings or on the possibility of him profiting from the situation, Jiang Shiyun was the first person he unexpectedly trusted.
During this period, I finally encountered the second good thing after Ge Gen's advancement to Foundation Establishment.
"By the way, is it convenient for me to bring my friends along to bother you?" Ji Mofan asked.
Jiang Shiyun blinked, and only then did she notice from the space revealed by Ji Mofan's side that there were other people behind him.
With just one glance, her pupils contracted sharply.
The woman, dressed in crimson, swept past Ji Mofan like a gust of wind, almost instantly appearing behind him.
Her beautiful eyes were fixed on Sheng Xi, who was surrounded by demonic energy.
Sheng Xi no longer concealed his appearance, and this time he openly showed himself in front of his old employer's gate.
Although his appearance must be different from before, Ji Mofan could recognize him as Sheng Xi just by the scabbard of the Wushen Sword, so his fellow disciples who had spent every day with him would naturally be even more familiar with him.
But the two senior and junior disciples, who had been separated for a long time, just stood there quietly looking at each other, neither of them speaking first.
“He looks a lot like an old friend, doesn’t he?” Ji Mofan broke the silence.
Sheng Xi was too embarrassed to acknowledge her, and Jiang Shiyun didn't dare to speak either. But the group couldn't just stand at the entrance of Chaoming Palace forever, so it would be more convenient to talk about it in private.
Jiang Shiyun then came to her senses, "Oh, oh, come on, follow me."
She spoke haltingly, and this dignified Nascent Soul expert almost tripped over the threshold and fell flat on her face.
But Jiang Shiyun didn't even have time to feel embarrassed, and continued to lead the way with her eyes fixed on the road ahead.
"I heard there are three of you, fellow disciples?" Ji Mo Fan asked.
Sheng Xi immediately perked up her ears.
"Huh? Yes, that's right." Jiang Shiyun came back to her senses. "I was the second one to become a disciple of Master. There was a senior brother before me. Senior Brother Sheng was originally the least senior, but after he came, he made great strides and left me and the other senior brother behind."
The chief has a higher status, so even if they are young, they will be called senior brother.
"That's because you didn't cultivate properly, which is why the newcomers have overtaken you." Sheng Xi's sharp tongue is always number one. "Your cultivation has been stagnant, and you've wasted so many years of your life."
Jiang Shiyun, who was still in a daze, was suddenly pulled back to reality by the familiar sharp tongue and foul language. She really had the urge to pick up a sword and spank Sheng Xi's butt. "Who do you think you are, a demonic cultivator, to lecture me?"
“If you used half the energy you would have spent on finding a man to cultivate, you wouldn’t be stuck at the late Nascent Soul stage,” Sheng Xi said.
"Senior Sister Jiang, what about your senior brother?" Ji Mofan felt that the two of them together were noisier than eight hundred ducks, so she spoke up to change the subject.
"Hmm? Senior Brother Zheng." Jiang Shiyun's anger subsided slightly. "He went out to train a few days ago, I think he went to a secret realm."
"Going to some legendary, mysterious ingredient in a secret realm again?" Sheng Xi interjected again. "When will he ever give a second glance to the real rare and precious materials that he discards like trash?"
“He has two junior brothers with him this time, so he won’t get lost in the secret realm again.” Jiang Shiyun sighed as she said this.
Having said that, the group had already arrived at the main hall of the Chaoming Palace.
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