At the sight of the figure in azure Daoist robes, Di Yang felt a surge of joy, as though he had found a path to life at death's door.
He opened his mouth, nearly crying out, "Master, save me!" and pouring out every detail of the terrifying ordeal he had just endured.
Yet, just as the cry for help was about to escape his lips, he forcibly stopped himself.
No... this was too much of a coincidence. How could the timing be so perfect?!
He had just encountered something so uncanny and fled desperately home, only for his master to appear here at that very moment? Hadn't his master gone off wandering?
Moreover, when he rushed into the courtyard, he had immediately activated the [Rising Sun Array]. If someone had already been inside, the array would surely have reacted. It could never have remained so silent.
As realization struck, Di Yang's breathing abruptly quickened. Cold sweat poured out, and his already drenched clothes clung tightly to his skin. He looked as though he had just been dragged out of a river.
The dusk deepened, the last glimmer of daylight struggling as it shrouded the courtyard in gloom.
In that light, the edges of Daoist Wuchen's silhouette seemed a little... blurred?
No, not seemed.
Di Yang's pupils contracted sharply. The boundary between his master's figure and the world around him was indistinct, like pigment in a portrait bleeding into the blank background.
This was absolutely not normal!
An immense terror clenched Di Yang's heart, worse than what he had felt facing that "senior" in the street.
Because this "master" had appeared directly inside his home, and the array that could stop and suppress so many powerful ghost creatures had no effect on him whatsoever. It had not even sounded a warning.