"You've come to understand me somewhat after spending all this time together. I never expected that."
Ye Tian smiled. The other party's suggestion suited his tastes perfectly.
Shen said nothing more, seemingly unwilling to affect Ye Tian's next performance.
Ye Tian did not disappoint. He began thoroughly ransacking the small room, first inspecting every teacup on the table and discovering that they were all rather extraordinary objects.
Spiritual energy still lingered within the teapot even now. To Ye Tian, stranded in the ghost realm, it was like coal delivered in the snow.
He soon found several more items on the bed and discovered that none of them were simple.
That quilt seemed impervious to water and fire. Even when he tried burning it with Glazed Fire, he could not damage it.
There was also a pair of straw sandals by the bed. No matter how he slashed at them with all his strength, they would not break. Once he put them on, they automatically adjusted to fit his feet.
When he began walking, he found that his body felt twice as light as before. Whether for chasing someone down or making an escape, these shoes were first-rate tools.
Ye Tian then found something even more tangible beneath the pillow: a secret manual.
Calling it a secret manual would be less fitting than calling it a diary.
What it recorded was not any sort of spell technique, but Ksitigarbha King's everyday experiences and observations.
Every page documented strange sights Ye Tian had never encountered before.
It resembled a collection of tales of the strange, compiled from all the wonders one might see in the mortal world.
It also mentioned the so-called Eight Legions of the Dragon, one branch of Buddhism.
Ye Tian carefully placed it in his storage space. It might