Noticing Zha Muxi's gaze, Mo Xuanyi felt his heart tighten, suddenly realizing that his behavior had compromised imperial dignity. He quickly straightened up while frantically racking his brains for an explanation to salvage his image. Soon, finding a pretext, he feigned composure and said, "Teacher, actually that wasn't me just now. You believe me, right?"
Hearing Zha Muxi's noncommittal "Oh," Mo Xuanyi breathed an inward sigh of relief, feeling somewhat reassured. Lowering his voice, he pressed on, "Teacher, what is the Corrosion Qi? Was that the reason your expression changed just then?" Curiosity and nervousness were unmistakable in his tone as he privately wondered what kind of mystical power could cause his teacher to lose her composure like that. At the same time, he worried whether he had accidentally contaminated himself with this dangerous aura.
"If you are contaminated by it, it clings like maggots to bone, seeping into your flesh and blood. First, it corrupts your physical body and vital essence, reducing you to a walking corpse, and finally, it erodes your soul, turning you into an obedient puppet."
Chapter 87