Under the night sky, Xiao Yan steadied his breathing. After more than three months, he was ready to cultivate again!
Nalan Yanran's words had cut deep.
"Young man, are you still troubled by your declining cultivation?"
An unexpected voice sounded beside Xiao Yan's ear just as he closed his eyes to begin cultivating.
It startled him so badly that he jolted.
"Who's there?"
His eyes flew open, and he swept his gaze around the room.
But there was no one else there!
Was I imagining it?
Finding nothing, Xiao Yan muttered to himself, confusion spreading across his face.
"You weren't imagining it, young man."
The same voice sounded in his room again.
But Xiao Yan could not tell where it was coming from.
It was as though the voice had appeared out of thin air beside his ear.
"Who are you? Come out! Stop playing ghost! I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of ghosts!"
That was what he said, but his tightly clenched fists betrayed him.
If ghosts really existed, who wouldn't be afraid?
As for the speaker, it was, of course, Yao Lao.
While Xiao Yan was not looking, a faint light flashed across the surface of the Storage Ring on his hand. Then an illusory, elderly figure drifted out.
"Ahh! A ghost!"
At the sight, Xiao Yan scrambled backward and tumbled off the bed.
He wanted to run out of the room, but for some reason, his legs refused to obey him!
Clearly, Xiao Yan had been frightened out of his wits.
Then again, anyone who saw that in the middle of the night would probably have fared little better.
Besides, strictly speaking, Yao Lao's soul really did fit the definition of a "ghost"!
"How rude! This old man is merely a soul, not the ghost you speak