Chen Yuwen seemed outright intrigued by Lai Yiteng's change in behavior. He paused and ultimately did not put the flute back up to his lips. He seemed to be waiting.
For what, Xian Wu didn't know. But he feared that once again, someone he cared about would die while he was close by.
"Hey, ummm, Yi'er," he called. "Do you feel any better now or not? I suggest you go to a place where the sound of the demon-swaying flute won't reach. I can handle things here. Alright?"
Lai Yiteng gave no response, not seeming to listen to any of what Xian Wu said. His appearance was still unnatural, monstrous, and he charged at Chen Yuwen without a word of warning. One's line of thinking would surely be that he'd gone insane from shoddy flute playing, if not for the fact that his footsteps were extremely nimble and evasion to the eye.
Perhaps his mind had turned muddled, but his body exploded with strength that it did not possess before.
