Hearing Zhang Fei Xuan's words, Song Yin punched again and shattered the remaining wooden stake, then with a flick of his hand, those broken pieces of wood transformed into sticks that, grasped by the large hand of Song Yin, automatically connected end-to-end.
With another wave, those sticks flew into the wooden cap, stacking up neatly.
"Ghosts?"
"Yes, Senior Disciple, it's the 'ghost' among the demons, spirits, and monsters."
Without needing Song Yin to give the order, Zhang Fei Xuan intuited what was needed and formed a Dharma Seal, igniting the sticks, which turned into a bonfire.
Only then did he ask, puzzled, "Senior Disciple doesn't know?"
"I'm a savage by birth, I haven't heard of these things. Disciple, you've seen much and know a lot, can you tell me about them?" Song Yin said.
That a savage wouldn't even know about demons and spirits...
