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"For example, when normal people communicate, they need to make eye contact. But with ghosts, you absolutely can't do that, or they'll think you're disrespecting them."
I nodded and smiled. "Senior Brother, looks like you really know a lot."
Chen Mu chuckled foolishly. "Of course. Our master is amazing, after all. We can't bring shame upon him."
"Are you sucking up to Master?" I said irritably. "He isn't even here. Tell me the truth—what kind of person is Master, really?"
Chen Mu thought for a moment before saying, "Master is a reclusive master."
I didn't know why Chen Mu had such an assessment of him. It wasn't until later, when I met Master for the first time, that I understood Chen Mu's evaluation might even have been too reserved. Master Zeng was no ordinary reclusive master. He was a true master, one close to sainthood.
There weren't many people in the spirit-cleansing profession, but the country's population base was huge, and there were quite a few schools. From a professional standpoint, competition in this field was extremely fierce. However, most practitioners remained at the level of catching ghosts. Few, like Master Zeng, could diagnose and treat ghosts as well.
Master Zeng had a famous saying: all beings are equal. And by "all beings," he meant not only ordinary people, but ghosts as well.
Early the next morning, the female student really came.
The dark aura on her face was indeed extremely heavy. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked utterly listless, like an eggplant struck by autumn frost. Her complexion was far worse than yesterday's.
Chen Mu sat upright behind the desk and said with great seriousness, "Miss, I've found a way to cure you."
The female student seemed delighted, forcing a barely passable smile onto her