"This method is absolutely secret."
Afraid she might forget images that could contain secrets, she took out paper and a pen and rapidly sketched them.
Bai Yujun had great confidence in her drawing skills. After all, they were master-level.
Her little hand moved swiftly as she drew with relish. Behind her, half a chicken-nest-haired head poked out from the doorframe, with dry white hair and beard paired with sagging skin. It was the half-baked Mad Daoist, staring at the slender figure inside the hall as if he wanted to speak but hesitated.
Bai Yujun turned around.
"Something wrong?"
The old Daoist trembled, his smile uglier than crying.
"Imm... Immortal, th-there are many, many evil ghosts attacking. They're as tall as towers, too many to count..."
Everyone in the courtyard saw the Hellish Evil Ghosts flooding toward them like a tide. Forget ordinary mortals—even the few cultivators who had mingled in the Immortal Realm turned pale with fright. Had they not been severely injured earlier by that inexplicable oppressive aura, they would have fled long ago.
The moment Bai Yujun heard that evil ghosts were attacking, she grinned. Well now, those evil ghosts had grown bold enough to wrestle with a divine beast.
If not for the changes in the Heavenly Dao forcing divine beasts into hiding, what place would ghostly entities have had?
She swiftly finished the sketch with several strokes.
The old Daoist's vision blurred. When he looked again, the hall was utterly empty. Where had that girl gone?
The Mad Daoist stuck out his rear and sprawled over the doorframe, looking around wildly. Bai Yujun had already appeared in the courtyard. With another flicker, she passed through the crowd and stood outside the gate, facing the rumbling mass of black evil ghosts charging toward her. Her expression did