Liang Hui cast his gaze downward, looking at the three disciples without immediately responding.
He extended his palm and a crimson orb ascended, like the morning sun hanging in the sky, gently drifting in front of Andrei.
"Suppress the ghosts related to fire, and if this path is mastered, it won't be mediocre," he said.
"This is the 'Taoism Principle' contained within the door-knocking ghost, take it."
"Teacher, this... this..." Andrei resisted the innate craving of his body, becoming increasingly puzzled.
The young man didn't pay attention to this disciple but turned his gaze toward Yan Jian.
"The system crafted with over ten thousand ghosts for attack, survival, and escape is almost perfect."
Amidst his soft mutterings, Liang Hui made a light gesture with his hand.
An enigmatic orb of light floated out from the Divine Statue, suspending in front of Yan Jian.
That radiant orb was too profound, where one could vaguely see a river within, without beginning or end.
