Nan Xunran's gaze lingered on Long for a moment.
Then, he slowly withdrew his hand and lowered his eyes to gaze at Long, who was kneeling on the ground.
He silently endured the pain, which raged within him like a bone-deep infection.
His body trembled slightly, his hands clenched tightly together, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.
After a long while, the pain that almost tore his soul apart slowly subsided and disappeared.
He gasped for breath, weakly raised his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "My lord, it was my mistake."
Nan Xunran's face showed no emotion whatsoever as he called out, "Megrez, Alkaid."
As soon as he finished speaking, the space behind Nan Xunran twisted strangely, and the two figures instantly appeared.
As soon as they appeared, they immediately bowed their heads and answered in unison, "Master."
Nan Xunran slightly to the side, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "I'll be with you these next few days to teach him to control his temper."
Megrez bowed solemnly and replied, "Yes, Master, I will certainly teach him diligently."
Alkaid, standing to the side, bowed her head and replied, "Yes, Master."
Just then, Merak returned swiftly, her figure agile and graceful.
She held the soul of the Wen Clan patriarch firmly in her hand, and the soul twisted and struggled desperately in her grasp.
Upon arriving in front of Nan Xunran, Merak bowed deeply to him.
"Master, we've caught it."
With that, she exerted her strength, and with a muffled "bang," the soul was crushed to pieces, turning into streaks of light that shot into the sky like arrows.
Nan Xunran nodded slightly.
Half a day later
Shadow Hall
Long stood there, stunned, staring blankly at Megrez before him.
He was deeply shocked: How could there be such a law-abiding person!
Megrez's face darkened, his eyes widened, and he roared, "Stop daydreaming!"
His body jolted violently, then he quickly straightened his spine.
With his hands clasped behind his back and his posture ramrod straight, Megrez said sternly, "As your master's double, your every word and action must be identical to your master's."
Long hurriedly nodded in agreement.
Megrez narrowed his eyes, his expression cold and stern, and continued, "Among the many Small Worlds, beings like you are not unique."
He paused briefly, then moved closer, his voice low and serious. "Let me be more explicit. Your master can easily do the same things you do, such as disguise and body-changing."
Your master is training you only because he doesn't want to do the work himself.
If you become like last time, needing your master to clean up your messes and proving utterly useless, I will definitely kill you.
He took a deep breath and solemnly replied, "I understand."
Just then, Alkaid's voice came from the side.
He strode over, his robes fluttering. "To be honest, I would be happy to see Master train a substitute, so that Master can suffer less."
Having said that, he abruptly stopped, staring intently at Long, and continued, "But if you continue like this, and ruin Master's plans in the future, I will get rid of you for Master, even if it means being punished."
Upon hearing this, Long blurted out, "You've come here to teach me how to control my temper?"
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I feel like he needs to control his temper even more than I do. And Megrez too, he keeps saying he'll kill me. I'm numb to it."
Alkaid smiled and said, "Yes, I'll teach you how to be loyal to your master."
"And keep you in check, don't let Megrez influence you too much and turn you into a rigid old-fashioned person like him."
Long nodded and said, "I see."
Alkaid suddenly leaned forward and pressed, "Do you think I'm crazy?"
She looked directly at him, and without hesitation, nodded honestly.
Alkaid immediately stopped smiling and said seriously, "Even madness has its targets. I never act like this in front of my master."
His gaze deepened, and he slowly said, "I love watching my prey struggle desperately in front of me, only to be obediently at my mercy."
But even if I had such thoughts in front of my master, I had to finish dealing with the matter first, and only when there was no escaped prey left could I have some amusement.
He listened to his words thoughtfully.
Alkaid walked up to Long, put one hand on his shoulder, and said in a serious tone, "What you need to learn is that you must not get too excited or lose yourself when dealing with things."
Even if you're excited, you have to wait until things are resolved and there are no further risks.
With clear eyes, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said sincerely, "I have learned a great deal."
At this moment, Megrez, with a stern face and a stiff tone, said, "Continue."
Long immediately focused his attention and listened intently to Megrez's words.
Alkaid then moved to the side, her gaze fixed on the two of them, occasionally interjecting with a few words.
Judgment Abyss
The attendant held his breath and whispered, "Goddess."
Shangguan Xieyue was engrossed in painting when his hand suddenly stopped, and the ink immediately smeared a small patch on the paper.
She slowly raised her head, a hint of hostility in her eyes. "What is it?"
The attendant's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward, bowing deeply, and presented a slip of paper. "The news you requested about the Divine Son Xunran."
Shangguan Xieyue stopped what she was doing, put the pen aside, and took the note with her slender fingers.
She gently unfolded the note, her brows furrowing slightly, and whispered, "The Wen Clan?"
Then, she waved her hand dismissively, "Understood, you may leave."
The Judgment Abyss contains the supreme treasure World-Peering Mirror, a relic left behind by the Heavenly Dao.
Although the Heavenly Dao has vanished, the World-Peering Mirror it left behind still remains in the world.
Nothing in the world can escape its insight.
Nan Xunran was an exception; the World-Peering Mirror could not detect him.
Shangguan Xieyue was unaware that the World-Peering Mirror was useless to Nan Xunran, and she never thought of using it on him.
She gently opened her jade-like hand, World-Peering Mirror quietly appeared in her palm.
She parted her lips slightly and uttered a few obscure words.
A moment later, a hint of coldness flashed in her beautiful eyes, "The Wen Clan still has remnants, huh?"
Then, in a soft voice, she murmured to herself, "A-Ran, I'll take care of them for you."
After speaking, she gently folded her delicate hand and put away the World-Peering Mirror, her gaze slowly returning to the drawing paper.
Then, she gently brushed the ink across the paper, and the smudged ink instantly disappeared.
Then, she picked up her pen again, her fingers deftly manipulating the pen, and gently added a red mole to the corner of the eye of the person in the painting.
After doing all this, she smiled, a smile that concealed a subtle, almost imperceptible, obsession.
A few days later
[The entire clan of Wen Yi, the Child of Destiny, perished due to the death of their host.]
[Heaven’s Mandate Points reduced by 1500]
[Current Heaven’s Mandate Points: 1060/2560 points]
[Host's Kill Points increased by 9000 points]