The little green-faced ghost with sharp fangs drilled into a blank white Sea of Consciousness, and couldn't help but exult, cackling and saying,
"What profound Divine Sense! It'll be enough to sate me for a long time!"
Then, with its eyes spinning like copper bells, it saw the Painting Formation in the Sea of Consciousness and its smile abruptly stiffened, "How are you in here?"
Mo Hua looked puzzled, "This is my Sea of Consciousness, why can't I be in here?"
"No, no, that's not right! You shouldn't be here!"
The little green-faced ghost's eyes whirled, its expression changing, and suddenly it shouted,
"Divine Sense Manifestation, a natural talent that makes for a great supplement! This is a heaven-sent opportunity! Good! Extremely good!"
Mo Hua furrowed his brows.
"Great supplement? Are you talking about me? Is this green-faced little ghost feeding on the Divine Sense of Cultivators?"
Mo Hua then remembered what Mr. Zhuang had said:
