Su Yi and Qing Wan proceeded northwest under the cover of darkness.

Throughout their journey, they heard nothing but the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves, and the occasional bestial howl. They didn’t run into any other ghosts.

Su Yi naturally understood why.

When a tiger went out for a stroll, all other beasts got out of its way.

To the various low-class ghosts roaming the mountains, Qing Wan’s aura was like a tiger’s; it was more than enough to send them scampering off in terror.

However, it was difficult for a bashful girl like Qing Wan to make such a mental connection.

They traveled northwest for an hour.

A patch of multi-colored mists rose within the darkness. From a distance, it looked like silk ribbons floating down to the mortal world. The sight was particularly eye-catching at night.

The rainbow mists covered a peach orchard that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Before they even drew close, Qing Wan stopped in her tracks, then exclaimed, “Mystic Master, that powerful yin energy is deep inside the peach orchard, but I can sense another terrifying presence within the woods. It seems like it's specifically designed to counter yin souls like me.”

Su Yi stared for a moment. Then, his eyes lit up with a strange light, and he whispered, “Here, yin harbors yang. Yang...