Various patterns on Lu Yang's white robe drifted over to his chest, silently staring at Jin Caiwei.
Even without looking back, Jin Caiwei could feel countless eyes fixed on her. She was so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a crack in the ground.
This was mortifying!
When he learned that Lord Shi was from the Qiongqi Tribe, Lu Yang suddenly remembered the tiger demon he had first encountered.
That half-step Golden Core Realm tiger demon seemed to have a trace of Qiongqi blood and had been skilled at controlling haunting ghosts. That was where the idiom "to act as a haunting ghost for a tiger" came from.
Come to think of it, the art of controlling haunting ghosts seemed to be the Qiongqi Tribe's signature skill.
Though he hadn't seen Jin Caiwei use it.
Jin Caiwei had realized that Miao'er was a haunting ghost, but the Qiongqi Tribe wasn't the only one in the world that knew the art. She hadn't connected it to her own tribe. Besides, that kid Man Gu knew the art too.
"You-you-you-you can't just say things like that! Do we really need to resort to this to boost sales?" Jin Caiwei stomped her feet in anger, her little face turning alternately red and pale. She wanted to strangle that man surnamed Shi—no, surnamed Jin.
"Little Ancestress, you don't understand. Our recording orbs are simply too good. They have plenty of storage, they're cheap, and they're sturdy and durable. They won't break even after ten or twenty years of use! Sales of our recording orbs in Jin'an City have already started to decline!"
"Actually, we were also planning to make a Dreamlike Illusion that looked frightening. The things Miao'er and the others did in the recording orb were scenes I wanted to film anyway, so