Once everything had been dealt with, Chu Feng and the other five returned to Earth.
As soon as they returned, Chu Feng sought out Meng Chuan and asked him a question.
"Godfather, do you know of a house with a Weird Object sealed inside?"
That doesn't count as revealing the Evolution Game's existence. I haven't said a single word about it.
Chu Feng reassured himself. As he had expected, he had managed to ask the question without a hitch.
The Evolution Game had eyes, after all. It knew he was a law-abiding citizen.
Meng Chuan leaned back against the sofa, a book in hand. On the desk before him sat a pot of tea, still sending up wisps of steam.
At Chu Feng's question, Meng Chuan lifted his gaze from the book.
"I know many houses like that. I couldn't say whether the one you mean is among them."
"Why ask? Do you want to stay in a house like that for a while?"
"..."
Chu Feng wished Meng Chuan would keep quiet if he had nothing sensible to say. He was doing just fine—why would he want to be sealed away?
"Whichever Sealing Ground you mean, it's beyond your reach right now. Focus on your cultivation and stop entertaining wild ideas." Meng Chuan lowered his gaze to his book again.
"I just dreamed about a house like that," Chu Feng said sheepishly.
"My advice is not to sleep. Then you won't have such ridiculous dreams," Meng Chuan said without looking up.
"When I was your age, I couldn't sleep at all."
"As if anyone would believe that." Chu Feng was unconvinced, but his own words reminded him of something.
"Godfather, do you think ghosts really exist?"
Meng Chuan nodded without hesitation. "Of course they do."
Chu Feng's eyes lit