Xie Xiyi chuckled. "Of course it is."
The chains touched the faded Curse Seal at the root of Chi Yu's tongue, making Xie Xiyi realize that more than a year had already passed.
This Sword Slave had actually followed him for so long.
In that case, his insolence was not entirely unforgivable.
With that idle thought, Xie Xiyi planted another Curse Seal at the root of Chi Yu's tongue, and the black Talismanic Rune Chains slowly withdrew.
Xie Xiyi seemed to be in a good mood again. In a pleasant voice, he told Chi Yu, "I replaced the Curse Seal and cast three new Forbidden Curses. Trigger them, and you'll die in scattered pieces. You'd best behave, hmm?"
"What triggers them? What are the conditions?" Chi Yu looked at his mask with those golden eyes, his fingers hanging at his sides and curling slightly-
Only then did it occur to him: why did Senior Brother Xuanji always wear a mask? Had his face been disfigured?
He had never considered this before, but after getting to know Senior Brother Xuanji, looking at Xie Xiyi now raised that question.
A person's innate nature was not particularly constrained by memory. Senior Brother Xuanji, for instance, was well versed in Chan teachings and knew that many things were projections of human desire, mere outward forms, yet he still kept his appearance and bearing immaculate and liked hearing Chi Yu praise him.
If loving beauty, cleanliness, personal hygiene, refinement, and elegance was in his nature, then wearing a mask after being disfigured seemed understandable.
Just as he drifted casually into his thoughts, Xie Xiyi's cheerful voice reached his ears. "Address me incorrectly, and you'll break into thousands of pieces like pomegranate seeds-that should be a lovely sight."
His words brought Chi Yu back to his