Qin Ye paused for three seconds, and then smiled, “Interesting.”

Even though there wasn’t an Abyssal Prefect here in the First Academy of Cultivators, it still wasn’t a place where any other evil ghost could come and go as it so desired. So what was the messenger bird of an evil ghost doing around these parts? And why?

After all, Qin Ye knew of only three Abyssal Prefects in Cathay.

Are you… searching for me?

Is it because you aren’t able to enter the underworld, so you’ve got no choice but to search for me in the places that I’ve remained at for the longest time?

He glanced over. At once, a gale swept by, causing the crown of the trees on the campus grounds to rustle and sway about. Approximately 100 meters away, a pair of scarlet eyes hidden in the canopy of the trees shrieked as it turned abruptly to stare at Qin Ye.

Meanwhile, Qin Ye’s body flickered softly, and he vanished from the spot. When he next appeared, he was already located right next to the messenger bird. But just as he reached out to grab hold of the messenger bird, it suddenly flapped its wings and transformed into a stream of nethergale that charged straight to the outskirts of the city.

“You daren’t reveal yourself here at the First Academy of Cultivators?” Qin Ye raised a brow quizzically, before promptly transforming into a nethergale that followed the messenger bird.

It flew incredibly quickly. In the blink of an eye, it swept right across the downtown...