When Ye Qiu and her group arrived at the abandoned school in West Suburb, it was high noon. The scorching sun brought discomfort to the two ghosts. The Water Ghost, having cultivated a physical form, wasn't much affected, but looked at Ye Qiu in amazement. At least when he had just become a ghost, he wouldn't dare to walk under the sunlight so openly.
"If you don't want to enter, then don't. You've helped me enough already, I don't want to bring you any trouble." Ye Qiu said, as she placed her palm towards Meng Huai's forehead and imparted a suitable Cultivation Technique to him.
Feeling the Cultivation Technique suddenly appearing in his mind, Meng Huai stared at Ye Qiu dumbfounded, stammering, "You... were you a cultivator before?"
"No."
"Then how do you know these miraculous methods that only appear in novels?" Meng Huai was truly curious. Ye Qiu didn't know this a few days ago. When did she have such an extraordinary adventure?
