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: "......"
