Feng Yan was busy with the affairs of Qimen Academy and had no time to indoctrinate Mu Xiao. Once Shi Er learned that Mu Xiao was a powerhouse at the World Master Realm, he rushed over from Canglan Island.
As for instilling the idea of "doing it for his own good," Shi Er considered himself an expert. Although he had crashed and burned with Red Cat back then, he absolutely would not fail this time.
Red Cat had cultivated into a demon and gained intelligence, after all. That was why Shi Er had failed.
Mu Xiao was different.
Although Mu Xiao was powerful, he had been intimidated by the Dao Ancestor's might. The Dao Ancestor's invincible, unfathomable strength had already penetrated deep into his soul.
Moreover, the Dao Ancestor had not killed him. He had merely punished him by sweeping the ground and dispelling his hostility, leaving room to instill the notion of "doing it for his own good."
Besides, although Mu Xiao was powerful, his strength was currently sealed. He was no longer in a powerhouse's state; neither his judgment nor his soul's sensitivity was anywhere near that level.
Shi Er stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a solemn expression as he watched Mu Xiao sweep the ground and gather the fallen leaves into a pile.
The broom was heavy, and Mu Xiao's strength was sealed. After sweeping once, he was exhausted, and beads of sweat had even appeared on his forehead.
This would have been unimaginable in the past.
However, Mu Xiao had grown used to it. After finishing, he put down the broom and prepared to rest. Once he recovered his strength, he would bag up the fallen leaves and carry them away.
He did not know why so many fallen leaves appeared every day,