However, that silhouette was like a ghost, vanishing instantly after a glimpse.
A female mystic cultivator cried out as she rubbed her eyes out of reflex, "He's gone."
"Just trying to be mystifying." Qiao Mu shot a silver needle in front of her with a flick.
A faint *ding* could be heard.
The silver needle fell to the ground, as if hitting a wall.
Everyone was shocked. After all, they had clearly seen that the corridor ahead was empty and not that something like a wall was blocking them.
"This is a bit interesting." Eldest Young Sir Qin shook the fan in his hands as he chortled, "You say, could it be that we have truly encountered a ghost."
Qiao Mu cast him a glance and suddenly decided, "You go."
The eldest young sir gazed at her pitifully. "Why am I taking the lead?"
Qiao Mu deadpanned as she praised without meaning it at all, "You're amazing."
