Moreover, that water jelly from earlier was not eaten in vain. The Tray Ghost felt its mind clearer, and its ghostly essence purified.
It resisted the urge to talk excessively, directed the short ghost to stick closely to the Daoist Soldier, and together with it, looked towards the Old Black-tongued Ghost.
The Old Black-tongued Ghost glanced at the Little Long-tongued Ghost without joy or sadness, then let out a "hey" and began to speak of its experiences in the Mortal World:
"When it comes to refining Jiao Dragons, you may not believe my words easily, but if I mention a certain someone, I'm afraid you'll have no choice but to believe."
"Who? Who is it?" the ghosts immediately clamored.
"What kind of person makes it such that we should believe they can refine Jiao Dragons just by mentioning them?"
"You talk big; go on and tell us!"
The ghostly beings were all abuzz, chattering and clamoring, all filled with excitement.
