"Is it time reverting?" Li Nian'er murmured to herself, quickly rejecting the speculation. If time had reverted five hundred years, she wouldn't be here, and Uncle Jiang couldn't possibly appear so idle.
"Haunted?" Li Nian'er came up with this absurd idea, shivering. As the daughter of Li Er, she naturally knew there were no ghosts in Jiuzhou.
However, knowing was one thing; when faced with unexplainable phenomena, she couldn't help but feel the existence of ghosts in the world.
"No, no, no. I can't think like this. I am a cultivator. I must face facts and be logical. There are no ghosts in Jiuzhou." Li Nian'er tried to convince herself, though her persuasion seemed unconvincing.
