"Eh, what happened to that ghost? Did you repel it?" Yan Sijing had recovered by now, looking around in some panic.
"Don't worry, that ghost has been subdued by me," Yuan Ming said, continuing to fly forward.
Yan Sijing was slightly taken aback, her expression somewhat complex as she watched Yuan Ming's retreating figure and followed as well.
Not long after the two had left, a transparent figure materialized in the void about a dozen zhang away—it was the black-robed person from before.
This individual did not exude a trace of aura. Previously, both Yuan Ming and Yan Sijing's divine senses had swept over this spot but failed to detect this person's presence.
The black-robed person watched Yuan Ming's retreating figure, eyes shimmering with brilliance under the dark cloth, and then vanished in a flash.
