"A ghost?"
Sister Lan looked at Zhou Sen, her expression grave. "How long had it been following us? How did you spot it?"
"Where was it when you first noticed it?"
These questions mattered.
She needed the answers to assess how dangerous this evil entity was and plan their next move.
Yet.
Zhou Sen gave her a baffled look.
"Huh?"
"Wasn't Qian Jia the one who spotted it?"
What?
Sister Lan and Qian Jia froze. Qian Jia blurted out, "No, I only turned to look because I heard Sister Lan shout, 'Who's there?'..."
"Fuck!"
"Something's wrong!"
The three of them were no novices. Even among the weird second generation, they were true standouts.
They had reached Fourth Order on Blue Star before the supernatural revival.
That was no small feat.
Even Zhou Sen, who was always swearing and complaining, was far from ordinary outside their little group. He would be the undisputed leader of any second-generation circle, and even Awakened of the older generation had to listen to what he had to say.
So...
"I heard Zhou Sen, Zhou Sen heard Qian Jia, and Qian Jia heard me."
"Heh."
"A Rosen Gate situation?"
Sister Lan narrowed her eyes.
"It probably didn't come from the market. The Evil Spirit following us earlier looked like an old man. Judging by his clothes, he was one of the market's overseers, with strength at least at the Fifth Tier."
"This ghost was a woman."
"I only caught a glimpse, but her aura felt much weaker than the old man's."
As she spoke.
She suddenly walked over to the oil lamp and examined its soybean-sized flame. Though faint, it was steady. Feeling slightly reassured, she continued.
"Leave the Evil Spirit alone."
"The Evil Spirits in the Supernatural Space are a dime a dozen."
"Since it