For more than two hundred years, people had occasionally claimed to see those ghostlike Black-Robed Priests at night. Of course, the Black-Clad Priest was not the only famous legend. There were also the Natives cavalrymen.
Like the things that kept wandering through the pale blue mist...
It was only his second night at Pale Blue Castle, and he had already seen both of its great legends!
Tang Changsheng rubbed his chin. Pale Blue Castle was no simple place!
Sizzle...
A shadow in the mist strayed too close and touched the white powder marking the circle. It gave a faint hiss, then broke apart and vanished.
"Huh?" Tang Changsheng let out a soft exclamation. To him, these shadows were nothing more than Lonely Wandering Ghosts, hardly worth worrying about.
But what had been scattered on the ground? Why did it have this effect? Now that piqued his curiosity.
He slipped downstairs without a sound and went to the edge of the circle. He dabbed a little powder onto his finger and rubbed it. Sure enough, it was salt.
No, it was not that simple. The salt carried a faint sulfurous smell, so it clearly contained sulfur. Whatever else was mixed into it, he could not tell.
"Interesting, interesting!" Tang Changsheng stepped across the circle and immediately drew the attention of the ghosts in the mist.
Several misty figures on tall Horses, feathers stuck in their hair, approached him.
They might have frightened an ordinary person, but to Tang Changsheng as he was now, they did not even qualify as a piece of cake.
The grounds around Rose Castle were lush with flowers, trees, and a neatly trimmed lawn. Tang Changsheng snapped off a willow branch within reach and flicked it at one of the Natives cavalrymen.
The native Cavalry blurred at