Having easily dealt with Narahara Sora, the troublemaking artifact spirit, Zhou Sining clapped his hands.
Before leaving, he thoughtfully left the monks some Blood Potions and other medicine, and even called the police and an ambulance for them.
The monks should know perfectly well what to say when the time came.
As for their National Team... they had better pack up and get out of there soon.
He had caused quite a commotion. If people from Japan's Magic Association came to investigate, they could kiss their training journey goodbye!
By the time he caught up with Mu Nujiao, she had actually reached the foot of the mountain!
"All taken care of?" Mu Nujiao glanced at the completely unscathed Zhou Sining.
"Yeah. The monks are taken care of too. They won't die," Zhou Sining replied.
"All right, let's go. We should hurry back."
"Yeah."
The two hurried along and quickly returned to Yanming Temple.
By the time they returned, Zhao Manyan had finally woken up.
"I feel like I slept for ages. Why is it still dark?" Zhao Manyan asked, utterly confused.
"Your soul was taken. Of course you feel like you slept for ages," Nan Rongni replied.
"???"
Seeing his bewildered expression, Nan Rongni, their healer, patiently explained what had happened that night.
"Holy shit, so I nearly died?!"
"Pretty much, but fortunately, everything worked out perfectly, and there's nothing seriously wrong with your body," Jiang Yu said.
"Wait, that doesn't make sense. Why did that ghost pick me?" Zhao Manyan suddenly realized there was a question well worth discussing.
"No idea. Maybe she thought you were handsome. She was a female ghost, after all," Mo Fan said offhandedly.
At that, Ai Jiangtu and the others gave him a surprised look.
Hadn't Narahara Sora committed those crimes for revenge?
Hadn't