He cupped his hands and walked out.
Qing Xuzi let out a sigh.
"Forget it, forget it, there's nothing that can't be said. I just have a bad feeling. I'm afraid this matter really is connected to Qingcheng. And if that's true, then I'll have no choice but to clean house for the sake of the sect's reputation."
"Taoist priest, you really don't have to force yourself, seriously."
Qing Xuzi went on talking to himself.
"Qingcheng has always been not far from Fengdu. In the old days, in a sense, we existed just to suppress Fengdu.
Fengdu once had a Nether Soul Realm open up, causing a terrible disaster.
Over time, Qingcheng and the Ghosts started to develop deeper and deeper ties.
Apart from the Ghost Doctor, there's the Envoy of Ghosts and Gods, and the cultivation of Ghosts process.
As they say, if you spend time with cinnabar you turn red, with ink you turn black. Hang around Ghosts long enough, and some disciples without strong Dao hearts might easily stray onto the Evil Path."
