This guy had definitely been here before!
Or rather, this space had once existed in the outside world, only to be severed for some reason later on and turned into an independent secret realm.
However...
Thinking of the Daoist Sect, Spirit Mountain, the Heavenly Court, and even the Underworld—those four buildings.
Could it really be such a coincidence?
Wang Ye had every reason to suspect that some major figure had forcibly kneaded four separate spaces together.
"Teacher, how about we have a chat?"
"Look how sincere I've been. I brought you straight in here, so shouldn't you..."
"Tell me a little about this place?"
Wang Ye looked at Maitreya with a smile as he spoke.
Maitreya remained calm. Looking at Wang Ye, he merely said, "This humble monk can tell you. But... would you believe me?"
Wang Ye immediately fell silent.
Rather than hope that this bald donkey would kindly tell him anything real, he might as well hope that Li Xinghe truly only had five minutes left to live.
"No matter what, Benefactor Wang, let us join forces and drive away these ghosts around us first."
Maitreya spoke again.
But this time, Wang Ye merely gave Maitreya a strange look. Before Maitreya's eyes, the energy aura around his body gradually changed, eventually transforming into ghostly energy and blending perfectly into the surrounding ghosts.
Maitreya froze.
Wang Ye still wore that punchable grin. "Teacher, you have to do your best. Don't worry, I definitely won't sneak attack you!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye clenched his fist and made an extremely childish cheering gesture, then swaggered through the ghosts toward the depths of the space.
He had not used this trick in the Wasteland because everyone there already knew each other. There was no need to sense auras; one look at