There were several empty wine jugs on the table and the floor. It was clear that they weren't drunkards who had only had a couple of drinks. During the time that Ji Mofan was away, they must have drunk countless wines together.
Moreover, the wine Xie Qingya had was always strong. Ji Mofan had been traumatized ever since he drank a cup of it last time. Xiao Wangyan was really something, managing to endure the burning pain that felt like he had swallowed a spark of fire.
Thinking this, Ji Mofan suddenly felt strange, and he shifted his gaze from Xiao Wangyan back to Xie Qingya.
Xie Qingya was too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
"Master, what was the reason you drank so much wine just now?" Ji Mo asked impatiently.
He tried to find a reason but couldn't. After a moment of silence, Xie Qingya finally sighed, "The Demon Lord is not going to fight me. He said he will take you back to the Demon Realm after everything has settled down."
Ji Mofan couldn't help but close his eyes.
Sure enough, it was a similar reason.
The Demon Lord had indeed been very indulgent towards him.
But all of this is on the premise that Ji Mofan does not cross his bottom line.
In his eyes, Ji Mofan was always just a toy he had created.
But Xie Qingya would treat him as a disciple.
Anyone could see just how diligent and obsessed Ji Mofan was with his cultivation.
He climbed ever higher, never slacking off, with the goal of reaching the pinnacle of this world and ascending the ladder to immortality.
If he were truly taken back to the Demon Realm by the Demon Lord, his exceptional talent would surely be corrupted by demonic energy until it was completely wasted.
But the Demon Lord wouldn't care about any of that.
With his thoughts racing, Ji Mofan raised his lowered gaze again and looked at Xie Qingya's eyes, which were almost blood red because the irises were so light.
“I have another question, Master,” he asked, “Could you tell me how you managed to sneak into the players’ rest area?”
Xie Qingya was stunned for a moment.
As if he hadn't expected him to ask such a strange question, he smoothed his sideburns and said, "What's the big deal? The sect's forbidden area also has a sign that says 'No Unauthorized Persons Allowed.' If your master wanted to enter, it would be as easy as walking into an empty place."
"Then let me ask it another way." Ji Mofan sat in the chair, resting his chin on his hand, tilting his head to look up at Xie Qingya standing in front of him.
Who exactly are you?
Xie Qingya did not answer immediately.
He slowly lowered his raised hand, and his light smile gradually transformed into an unsettling, ambiguous smile.
"When was it discovered?" he asked.
“From the very beginning,” Ji Mofan said, “my master will not be helpless in the face of a drunkard.”
Although it only happened once, when Ji Mofan first drank Xie Qingya's wine and showed signs of discomfort, Xie Qingya easily used his spiritual power to help him sober up.
But when Ji Mofan walked in just now, this "Xie Qingya" seemed to be at a loss, and could only stay in the corner watching Xiao Wangyan act crazy while drunk.
Xie Qingya chuckled twice at Ji Mofan, making an expression he would never show on his face, "Too smart kids are no fun."
“Thank you for the compliment. You’re not the only one who thinks this way,” Ji Mofan said.
An unpleasant aura suddenly rushed towards him, and his neck was gripped by a tremendous force, depriving him of the right to breathe. The lack of blood flow caused his brain to feel dizzy for a moment.
Ji Mo Fan rarely felt powerless to resist in front of others.
The sword, imbued with spiritual energy, was suddenly drawn, tearing through the air with a terrifying chill. The blade sliced across the wrist of the person in front of it, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash.
Ji Mofan's Chaoming Palace disciple robes were stained with a long, scarlet stain, making him look quite pitiful.
Even so, the pressure on him did not loosen in the slightest.
Just before his consciousness was about to sink into darkness, his body was finally freed. He felt as if his bones were smashing against his flesh one by one. It took him a moment to come to his senses that he had fallen over, chair and all.
"How come you're not afraid at all?" Xie Qingya asked him.
"Because you came here in the dead of night, you certainly didn't come to kill me." Ji Mofan rubbed his neck and coughed a few times.
"Otherwise, why would you have bothered coming all the way to the tent? Wouldn't it have been easier to just stand guard outside?"
Xie Qingya chuckled softly, "How confident you are. But even if you really die here today, who will be able to find out anything?"
"The people who have been in the same room with you all this time are the Demon Lord and the disciples of Chaoming Palace. Even if they were to investigate, the investigation would at most lead to Xie Qingya. What does it have to do with me?"
"Then please do it." The Snow Embracing Sword flew to Ji Mofan's side, but he didn't rush to grab it. Instead, he sat down wherever he had fallen, his cross-legged posture looking leisurely and comfortable.
Xie Qingya was momentarily stunned by his overly casual attitude.
Then she inexplicably laughed, "No wonder Xiao Wangyan likes you so much."
Ji Mofan's usually expressionless face suddenly changed color.
No wonder what? What did he understand?
If possible, could you tell him why he has attracted so many messy and pointless relationships in this life?
Looking back on his past life, nothing was good. The only good thing was that the people he was close to didn't seem to like him much, which meant he didn't have to worry too much about what others thought when he wanted to do something.
Because at that time, he didn't have that many spectators in his life.
As for the current situation, although it hasn't caused him much trouble in reality, it's not because those people are kind-hearted, but because his response has eliminated any possibility of further action.
For example, Ning Weisheng was quite sensible. After being beaten by him, he didn't do anything too outrageous and even took the initiative to help him a lot.
Li Geyue is a perfect example of what not to do. He was stubborn and even tried to bite back at him in the end, so the only thing to do was to make him disappear.
He's a bit indifferent to this, but he's not stupid.
"Who exactly are you? What brings you here?" Even though he hadn't flinched when his neck was grabbed, Ji Mofan's mood suddenly soured after being forced to recall his "unforgettable" past in the Demon Realm. He didn't want to keep beating around the bush with this guy of unknown identity, so he asked the question directly.
"So eager?" Xie Qingya smiled and shook his head. "It's simple. I'm here to ask you to give up participating in this Dao Asking Conference."
Ji Mofan did not expect him to make such a request.
A clear look of doubt flashed in his eyes. He squinted and looked Xie Qingya up and down, his brows gradually furrowing into a deep frown.
"Who exactly are you?" he asked.
“A bystander who couldn’t bear to see you imprisoned,” Xie Qingya said.
"If you don't even dare to show your true face to others, why should I listen to your advice?" Ji Mo Fan stood up and gently dusted himself off.
Ugh, my clothes are covered in other people's blood, it's disgusting.
"This is not a suggestion, this is a notification." The person with the face of "Xie Qingya" suddenly moved closer to him again.
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