Chapter 711: Chapter 711
"Ah?" Baili An couldn’t quite grasp the intention behind her actions.
Ning Feiyan, having adjusted her clothes, glanced at him and said, "Silly, if you want to leave the Demon World, you’ll still need Yin Baishuang and Moqi Hall. It wouldn’t hurt to get close to her over the next few days to prevent any sudden changes of mind."
But Baili An felt that Ning Feiyan meant to convey more than that.
Although Miss Yin wasn’t easy to deal with, she was by no means untrustworthy. Since she had promised to help him leave, he didn’t think she would abandon him simply because they were not close.
As for staying away from Su Jing, he could understand that much, since Su Jing was famously zealous about exterminating demons, and in the eyes of a demon like Ning Feiyan, naturally, she was seen as a thoroughly disagreeable woman.
Seeing him puzzled and confused, Ning Feiyan sighed, "Never mind, I can’t be bothered with you anymore."
After a night’s recovery, Baili An could see that Ning Feiyan’s complexion had improved significantly. The life force continuously eroded within her body by demonic influences was no longer dwindling, so he felt relieved to let her go out and be active.
After Ning Feiyan had left, the heavy rain outside had stopped.
Baili An got up to get dressed and head to Netherworld Palace, but he found his clothes from the previous night tossed far away, hanging over the window frame.
Left with no choice, he went to fetch them barefoot.
His hand had just touched the window fabric when a faint smell of alcohol wafted from the corridor.
Indeed, one should not speak of ghosts at night or people during the day.
The Miss Yin who was just talked about, now slightly tipsy and carrying a green jade wine gourd, came from the West Hall in flowing red garments.
The West Hall was very close to the main hall, just a two-window distance. As she stepped out, she saw Baili An down below at the window, reaching for his clothes.
Yin Baishuang saw him naked and couldn’t help but gasp with surprise, frowning, "What’s wrong with you? Sleeping naked?"
She did not show the usual shyness of maidens but half-covered her eyes, looking annoyed and ready to turn away.
Baili An hadn’t expected her to be up so early, or perhaps based on her reeking of alcohol, she might not have slept at all that night.
He awkwardly prepared to close the window and return to his room.
"Wait a second." It wasn’t clear what the now turned-around Miss Yin had seen, but her gaze paused, and she turned back.
She approached within a few steps, squinted, and peeked through the window, scrutinizing Baili An with a strange look.
Baili An felt goosebumps rising all over from her stare and nervously pulled on his clothes to wear them.
Yin Baishuang gazed intently at Baili An, her piercing, deep eyes pondering something.
After a long while, she took a sip from her jade gourd, her eyes gradually showing hints of drunkenness; a melancholic, desolate smile on her face, she commented, "The mark on your chest looks pretty good."
Baili An, seeing her unusual expression, couldn’t help but ask, "Miss, what exactly do you want to ask?"
Yin Baishuang raised the jade gourd in her hand, which trembled, spilling some liquor and wetting her clothes. She slowly put down the wine gourd, staring at him unblinkingly, and asked earnestly, "How did you get the sword wound on your chest?"
In the clear morning after the rain, the sky was crab-blue, and the fog over the rivers in Mo City’s Imperial City grew thinner, slowly revealing clear outlines.
Ning Feiyan, holding a green bamboo-handled umbrella, arrived in front of a general store just outside the Capital.
As the store owner, an old man preparing to open up for the day, pushed open the wooden door, his gaze fell on the woman outside holding the umbrella. His forehead carried the broken ridges of a Demon Horn.
His hands and face were covered with sparse, decaying liver spots as he shakily greeted her, his voice expressing no significant surprise or emotion.
Ning Feiyan nodded lightly at the old man, stepped forward under the eaves, and folded her umbrella.
The old man, head bowed and his lips slightly drooping, murmured, "My lord, let them off where you can, that child has already suffered enough."
Ning Feiyan casually placed the bamboo umbrella by the doorway, smiling slightly, "To be forgiving, one must be deserving. Since we’re all demons, let’s not cling to the moral doctrines of humans."
The old man’s expression turned complex, as if he wanted to say more.
Ning Feiyan’s eyes, still not shy of their golden sheen, glanced at him lightly, "Some paths are destined to cross, like rivers destined for the sea, reshaping their fates amidst these hastened years. Having already encountered Ye Lian, he can no longer continue in a daze."
The old man looked at her blankly for a moment and finally, hunchbacked, slowly stepped aside.
Ning Feiyan, with the chill of the morning rain on her, entered the modest shop. The windows inside were open, the light dim, and the shelves sparsely stocked with common items from the Demon World.
In the corner of the room, a faint lamp flickered, and under that dim light, Su Xi sat on a low stool, cutting parchment.
The old man of the shop, in his younger days, was a renowned Illusionist in the Demon World, known for cutting parchment that could transform into various demons.
Though there was no genuine combat power, the imitations of Ancient demons under unknown circumstances could still intimidate the surrounding area.
As an Illusionist with exceptional skills, in a world where power was paramount, he was nevertheless only a man of show without substance.
Despite the ultimate refinement of Illusion Technique, it was ultimately just an illusion, not valued by the Demon Lord.