Chuzheng looked utterly confused at the evil spirits dancing before her.
What happened?
Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?
What does that old man mean? Saying only I can save him? How is she supposed to save him? With her mind?
And asking her to return...
Return where? Where Chen Yin emerged?
Can he not just speak in complete sentences?!
Annoying!
Chuzheng frustratedly kicked the stone at her feet.
The evil spirits, seeing her come out, stopped their bouncing activities and lined up properly.
Chuzheng, unwilling to bow to fate, ascended the mountain again to find the old man and chat.
However, there was nothing on the mountain—the old man was gone, as was any sign of a thatched hut.
It was as if the person she saw before was an illusion, a figment of her imagination that didn't exist in this world.
Chuzheng: "..." Saw a ghost.
Unable to find anyone, no matter how formidable she was, she couldn't conjure a person from thin air.
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