The Evil Spirit clearly didn't want to go to Wuyin Town, its whole soul was filled with resistance.
Yet in the end, it hesitantly led the way, not daring to mention wanting Jing Po's body anymore.
Jing Po remained clueless throughout, completely unaware of who Chuzheng was communicating with.
"Can't you see it?"
Jing Po shook his head.
He couldn't see anything.
Chuzheng thought it was because he lacked cultivation, but then they met cultivators, and no one else could see the Evil Spirit either.
Chuzheng asked the Evil Spirit floating in the air, "Are you hiding something else?"
The Evil Spirit laughed awkwardly, "I only know so much, what could I be hiding?"
"Why can't they see you?"
"Their cultivation is too low," the Evil Spirit said, "Otherwise, why do you think Evil Spirits are so hard to find?"
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng suddenly reached out, pressing the Evil Spirit onto the coffin.
"I suggest you tell the truth, finding another Evil Spirit is easy for me."
