The Fate That Was "Delayed" (Third Update)

"Ning Caichen..." Meng Qi looked over with interest.

In all the reincarnation missions he'd been through, this was the first time he'd encountered a familiar "story" unfolding before him and met a "protagonist" he knew. And with little pressure from the mission, he couldn't help feeling relaxed, as though he were simply watching a show from the sidelines.

Ning Caichen was a textbook handsome scholar, a little thin, with a hint of panic and fear in his expression. He murmured to himself, "The Master did not speak of prodigies, force, disorder, or spirits."

It seemed the gloomy forest at sunset, the cawing of the ravens, and the bone-chilling Yin Wind had frightened him.

The road was indeed more dangerous after dark... Yan Chixia wasn't stubborn or inflexible. After a moment's thought, he said, "Young Master Ning, once night falls, you must stay in this main hall. Don't wander anywhere else in Lanruo Temple, and whatever you do, don't sleep in one of the Zen Rooms."

He glanced around at everyone. Meng Qi leaned against a pillar, relaxed, his eyes half-open, half-closed, his right hand gently tapping his knee. The Left Envoy Sun Junlin, Nangong Chong, and Du Qingqing were cautiously sensing their surroundings. All of them were brimming with vital energy, and their strength was surely no ordinary matter. So he added, "As long as you're not alone in the hall, you needn't fear any ghosts or demons. If you're the only one left, stay with me. Don't go off on your own."

Ning Caichen might have been a scholar, but he understood Yan Chixia's kindness. The others, by comparison, seemed cold, so he hurriedly nodded. "I understand. May I ask your name, good sir?"

"My surname is Yan, my courtesy name Chixia. I'm from the north." Yan Chixia replied