The silent shadow had already appeared behind me. I stared blankly at him, my pale face still not having recovered.
"Yitian, what's wrong?" Old Mo asked as he looked at me, a trace of puzzlement appearing on his face.
Still shaken, I abruptly turned back toward the window. The old woman from before had long since vanished, leaving only the vast sky filled with clouds and the scattered lights of the distant manor outside. Jin Juzhuang hua.
"Just now... Old Mo, did you see anything outside the window?" As I asked him, I looked toward Zi Zhu, who was curled up asleep on the sofa.
"What thing? Have you seen a ghost? Why's your face so pale?" Old Mo looked at me, then finally laughed. "Hey, kid, don't tell me you really saw a ghost? You're already at the Perfection of Entering the Dao, yet a ghost scared you this badly?"
I suddenly froze. I really had seen a ghost—and a very powerful one at that. I immediately asked again, "Old Mo, you came at the same time just now. You really didn't see the old woman outside the window?"
"What old woman? I'm the oldest one here. Is there anyone older than me? You practice the ghost path yourself and you're still afraid of ghosts. Aren't you ashamed?" Old Mo snorted lightly, displeased that I was pretending to be mysterious.
"You really didn't see her?" I jumped in fright. The commotion also woke Zi Zhu on the sofa. She looked at me in confusion, and seeing this, I couldn't be bothered to ask her. She definitely hadn't seen anything either.
So I was the only one who had seen her. What exactly had that old woman wanted to tell me?
"I say, Yitian, you've finished reading the booklet, right?