Feng Jin frowned, casting a complicated glance at Lei Shuang.
"What are you here for?"
Lei Shuang lazily shelled some sunflower seeds from a small dish on the table: "Just came to see how the once-famous Tianqing Arrow Demon has fallen so low."
Feng Jin lowered his bow and coldly said, "You're not welcome here."
Lei Shuang clicked her tongue: "So what if I'm not welcome? Do you really think you can drive me away in your current state?"
"..." Feng Jin put the bow back on the wall and fell silent.
Lei Shuang continued to crack seeds noisily and, seeing his reaction, squinted and sneered: "You're so spineless now, letting me mock you?"
Feng Jin closed his eyes and began meditating, ignoring her.
"Humph, so pretentious," Lei Shuang found it boring and threw the seeds back into the dish. "Life is full of ups and downs. It's just that you've been injured and your cultivation has been damaged, yet you've become so self-destructive!"
No matter how much Lei Shuang chattered, Feng Jin remained unmoved.
Only she knew the real reason.
After one failed attempt, Lei Shuang changed her tone: "I traveled a long way to see you, and you treat me like this?"
Only then did Feng Jin open his eyes, but his attitude remained unchanged: "It's not like I asked you to come. You brought this on yourself."
Lei Shuang felt her teeth ache: "You're really impossible to deal with."
Feng Jin had no intention of listening to more of her complaints, so Lei Shuang temporarily set aside her original intention and changed the subject.
"I saw a girl while coming up the mountain. She stole the Bodhi fruit that I should have picked up. Seeing that she came up the mountain, she must have hidden in your stronghold. If you hand her over, I won't bother you any further."
Feng Jin's eyes narrowed slightly: "Stole something from you?"
In the entire stronghold, there was only one person bold enough to do that.
Recalling last night, she had visited the eastern wing and asked Ren Qingyue about Yan Zhao's relationship with Yuan Qingxian.
Ren Qingyue had responded: "I am still investigating this matter."
Feng Jin pondered but did not admit anything, instead, she mockingly said: "If you're going to make up a story, you should at least make it plausible. Tell me, besides the Demon Lord, who else could have taken something from you?"
Lei Shuang was taken aback, then raised her voice: "I'm telling the truth!"
Feng Jin gave her a dismissive look.
"Hmph!" Lei Shuang snorted through her nose, rolled up her sleeves, "I don't care! Since you won't hand over the person, I'll just stay here in your stronghold."
Feng Jin: "......"
This was absolutely unacceptable.
Lei Shuang, as a protector of the Demon Lord, was a notorious figure; who didn't recognize the Yin-Yang fish on her ear?
If her senior sister found out she was associating with such a person, it would be problematic.
Creeeak, the door opened, and a silver-white little fox squeezed in through the crack.
The room was filled with the stares of the three entities: two people and one fox.
Feng Jin: "......"
Lei Shuang raised her eyebrows, delighted: "Oh, where did such a beautiful spirit fox come from! It looks extraordinary. Feng Jin, is it yours?"
Feng Jin's eyebrows twitched, her expression on the verge of breaking down.
"No."
"Not yours?" Lei Shuang was extremely surprised, "Could it still be wild?"
She examined the little fox closely, not seeing any sign of a contract, and was overjoyed: "Is it true?"
Then, as if by magic, she pulled out a dark green bead from somewhere and began to tempt the fox: "Little guy, come here, let your sister touch this bead, and I'll give it to you."
The little fox suddenly showed a fierce expression, glared at her angrily, then turned and ran out of the room.
Before leaving, it even threw a cold glance at Feng Jin.
"Oh no!" Feng Jin panicked and chased after the little fox.
Creeeak—
The wooden door swung open and shut gently with the momentum.
The room was left with only a dumbfounded Lei Shuang.
"What on earth?"
"Senior Sister!"
Feng Jin chased out of the room, seeing the agile little fox quickly return to the eastern wing.
Yan Zhao came out, bumping into the little fox, and frowned: "Where did you run off to just now?"
She had only taken a nap, and when she woke up, the fox was missing.
It seemed the little thing still hadn't learned its lesson from last time.
The little fox, behaving unusually, rushed up to her, grabbing her pant leg and pulling her toward the door.
Yan Zhao stumbled and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
It was clear the fox was extremely anxious, trying to make Yan Zhao leave the stronghold immediately.
If Feng Jin was indeed acquainted with a protector of the Demon Sect and had a close relationship with her, then this stronghold had indeed become a den of thieves.
Unfortunately, Yan Zhao didn't understand the fox's urgency.
She sniffed the rising smoke from the kitchen and realized: "Didn't you skip lunch? Are you hungry now?"
Little Fox: ......No!
Yan Zhao ignored its struggles, picked it up and stuffed it into her arms, striding towards the courtyard: "Perfect, I'm hungry too."
At the courtyard gate, Yan Zhao encountered Feng Jin and the following Lei Shuang.
Seeing Yan Zhao, Lei Shuang's eyes widened: "Little rascal, so you're here after all?!"
She had almost been deceived by Feng Jin!
Yan Zhao abruptly stopped, her feet retracting: "Ugh! How did you end up here too?!"
She tried to slip away quickly, but the other party was prepared. Before she could move, Lei Shuang flashed next to her and grabbed her by the collar.
Yan Zhao was lifted off the ground, flailing uselessly.
"Lei Shuang!" Feng Jin shouted, "Stop!"
Half an incense stick later, in the stronghold leader's tent.
Yan Zhao and Lei Shuang each sat at a table on either side of the guest seats.
When A Ling brought in the food, she sensed the atmosphere was unusual.
