The little white ball of fur at the door bristled for a moment, but then quickly patted its own fur back with its little paws and squeezed in through the crack in the door.
The small shadow quickly transformed into a large human figure. Xihe sat cross-legged on the ground, a rather large person with a hunched back, looking inexplicably pitiful.
"You don't even look for me when I'm not around?" he asked.
"What's the point of looking? You're not going to kill yourself. You're over a hundred years old. If you want to come back, you can't possibly not find your way home." Ji Mofan's tone was nonchalant, as if the person in front of him was just an insignificant stranger.
"Besides, it wasn't me who drove you away. You were the one who actively avoided me. How am I supposed to find you? Are you going to run away and I'm going to chase you?"
Xihe was speechless after being rebuked by him. After a long silence, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Don't you not read storybooks?"
Where did Ji Mo Fan get the phrase "he fled and he chased," which is full of classical Chinese imagery?
"It's not important." Ji Mofan finally put down the ledger in his hand and looked him up and down. "Why did you suddenly come back?"
Xihe sat there and began to think about the reasons.
There doesn't seem to be anything special, except that he is inexplicably embarrassed to face Ji Mo Fan because he saw his original form; he is also embarrassed to see the Venerable One because he is unsure whether the Venerable One knows about his role during this period, or whether the Venerable One will be dissatisfied with his actions.
So he ran away and didn't dare show his face in front of them at all.
However, after wandering alone in the cultivation world for so long without any relatives or friends, he felt that he had made a mistake by running away from home, and he missed home more and more with each passing day.
The problem is that neither the Venerable One nor Ji Mo Fan has shown any intention of coming to find him.
Xihe didn't have much hope for the Venerable One, because that person was one hundred percent convinced that it was good enough if he went out to play on his own and didn't send him a message telling him to have fun before coming back.
Then he would have even less face to come back.
But Jimo Fan shouldn't be unable to see why.
Even so, Ji Mofan continued to ignore him.
Xihe was very hurt, so he took the initiative to return.
Originally intending to confront him, Ji Mofan unexpectedly displayed an even more self-righteous attitude than he, the aggrieved party.
"Don't try to pin the blame on me," Ji Mofan said. "I am now a formal disciple of the Chaoming Hall and am entitled to live in the sect. But you have no connection with the Chaoming Hall. The disciples guarding the mountain gate only let you in because of me."
"You shouldn't have come here in the first place."
"You really can read my mind!" Xihe accused. "And what makes you think I have nothing to do with you? You're the one who kidnapped me to the cultivation world!"
"Otherwise, I could still stay in the Demon Palace and live a life of luxury!"
Xihe was very angry, especially about the food issue.
The food in the cultivation world is generally bland, and even the food of mortals is no exception. He has been here for more than a month, and what he misses most is the food of the demon realm.
The food he carried in his storage bag was almost all used up, after all, he hadn't expected to be gone for so long before he was kidnapped by Ji Mofan.
The ingredients available in the cultivation world are different from those in the demon world, so he didn't know where to start cooking for himself.
As a result, even after he swallowed his pride and went back to find Ji Mofan, he still remained unmoved by reason.
Xihe was so angry she almost died.
"Then why don't you go back to the Demon Realm yourself?" Ji Mo Fan asked him, resting his chin on his hand. "Speaking of which, have you ever thought about it yourself? You clearly have the blood of a half-demon, yet you've never known who your parents, who were a combination of human and demon, were?"
"Who knows? Maybe His Majesty killed them and took me away when I was still an egg?" Xihe scratched his head and said something terrifying in a calm tone.
Ji Mo Fan was at a loss for words when it came to how to evaluate the situation.
But upon reflection, his values didn't seem strange in the Demon Realm, so he took a deep breath, straightened his words, and spoke again, "I have clues about your background."
Xihe blinked at him.
"And then?" he asked. "So you think I'm in the way, and that's why you're sending me to whoever you think should take care of me?"
Her tone was very mournful, like a young wife blaming her husband for abandoning her after starting a relationship.
Ji Mofan banished the strange metaphor from his mind, "On the contrary, I need you to do me a favor."
*
The Yuncang Sword Sect has been experiencing a series of setbacks lately.
Not only did the sect leader and the young sect leader fall into a coma for unknown reasons, but they were also targeted by others when they led teams to the secret realm for training several times.
Changfeng Valley and they have never gotten along before, and the enmity has been brewing for four years. It's not surprising that they are still at odds now.
The problem is that they are now sometimes suppressed when they encounter people from other sects. Both Chaoming Palace and Xiaoling Sect dislike them.
Even the Crimson Snow Palace, which has always disliked making enemies, inexplicably came over and took a jab at them. Among the five major sects, only the Listening Wind Music Bureau is still relatively friendly to them.
Being kind means that you won't have any conflicts when you meet someone; you'll just pass by without any expression.
As a result, the resources that Yuncang Sword Sect could obtain in the cultivation world were downgraded after the Dao Inquiry Conference, and the supplies they could get were further reduced due to interference from various forces. Now, even the disciples within the sect are vaguely resentful, and many are starting to plan to leave the sect to seek other opportunities.
The eight elders gathered again in the sect's main hall for a meeting, and the expressions on each of their faces were rather unpleasant.
Shen Yun's seat has been moved to the lower seat, which was the seat he should have sat in four years ago before Ji Mo Fan made a name for himself at the Dao Asking Conference.
Now everything has returned to square one. Watching the other seven people discussing the future development of the Yuncang Sword Sect with great enthusiasm, Shen Yun didn't know what to say and could only sit there drinking tea.
Well, his soul hasn't been repaired yet, and his mind isn't working properly, so let's not get involved.
"How about we go find the chief again?" Yan Qishi was the first to mention Ji Mofan, whom everyone had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding talking about. "I mean, our former chief."
The group that was discussing animatedly just a moment ago suddenly fell silent, and no one responded to her suggestion.
"Ji Mofan has already stepped down; he even took the soul lamp with him, and his name has long been removed from the disciple register..."
"He left so decisively back then, leaving no room for maneuver, how could he possibly turn back now?"
"Haven't he ruined our Sword Sect enough? The sect is in this predicament because of him!"
"The Chaoming Palace is his new employer, the chief of the Xiaoling Sect is on good terms with him, and even the newly appointed Holy Maiden of the Jiangxue Palace treats him differently. The current predicament of the Sword Sect may well be at his behest."
"He's the one who brought the sect to where it is today, and now we have to beg him? Dream on!"
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