"Master, it's a Wandering Ghost."
"But I don't know what stroke of fortune she came upon to actually appear in broad daylight."
Walking along the mountain path were two Daoists.
One was a middle-aged Daoist, leading a young man. Both wore Daoist robes and carried ritual swords on their backs!
The middle-aged Daoist's Daoist name was Xuanlingzi. He came from Yuxian Temple in Taixuan Commandery.
Yuxian Temple was an immortal sect that ranked among the foremost in all of Liangzhou.
The middle-aged Daoist had naturally sensed the figure following them all along.
He was not surprised.
In these desolate mountains and wilderness, demons and wild ghosts were always plentiful.
"To appear in broad daylight, she must have some great fortune upon her."
"A ghost like this cannot be allowed to remain."
"If she grows stronger, she may harm many lives." After hearing his disciple's words, Xuanlingzi spoke.
"Let your master cast a spell and kill her."
Xuanlingzi was just about to cast a spell and casually destroy the ghost trailing them.
Yet in an instant, his expression changed.
The world before his eyes changed.
An immeasurable force drew him closer to the hillside opposite him.
The mountain path he stood on had originally been far from that hillside.
Yet some mighty force instantly shortened the distance between him and that hillside, making it seem close at hand.
Then Xuanlingzi saw the young man sitting cross-legged.
The young man merely glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.
The world returned to normal.
As though what had just happened had been nothing but an illusion.
But dense beads of cold sweat had appeared on Xuanlingzi's forehead.
How could he still not understand that this ghost was protected by an expert?
No wonder she could appear in broad daylight.
This person... was so