Damn!
Of all the sects it could have been, why did it have to be the Sword Sect?
Blade cultivators and sword cultivators got along worst of all.
Mo Buyu's expression was grave. The female teacher whose soul he had searched happened to be a history teacher at Clear Autumn City No. 1 High School.
From her sea of consciousness, Mo Buyu had gained a preliminary understanding of what kind of world this was now.
And the Ancient Cultivator Response Department dealt with cultivators like him, who had emerged from seclusion!
Aside from that, what surprised him even more were the various games this teacher and the principal played. Their boldness was jaw-dropping. Things like bondage, role-playing, outdoor...
As an unfeeling blade cultivator, the scenes he had just witnessed had even surpassed those he'd once found in the mind of a Joyous Cultivator from the Joyous Union Sect.
But they clearly weren't cultivators from the Joyous Union Sect. What was the point of doing all that?
Or had cultivators in this era really become so uninhibited?
But Mo Buyu soon stopped thinking about such pointless things. He tapped a finger against her brow, sending in a thread of spiritual power to ease her exhaustion after the soul search, then laid her beside the wall.
Then, as if he'd thought of something, he wiped the finger that had just touched her brow with some distaste.
After a moment, he took out a Concealment Talisman to hide the teacher's figure and left two Spirit Stones as a fee for the medicine she'd need after the soul search.
"I should leave here first."
From the information he'd searched out of the woman's sea of consciousness, the Ancient Cultivator Response Department wouldn't kill cultivators who had emerged from seclusion without cause.
In most cases,