Lu Xingyan's eyes narrowed sharply.
Xiao Qingge reached out to the youth Yu Huai, who was turning into a ghost, "My name is Xiao Qingge, and I am the Peak Master of Xiaoyao Peak."
"Seeing your talent, moral character, and superior spiritual roots, it's clear that you are a genius disciple meant to join Xiaoyao Peak and learn the Xiaoyao Sword Technique."
"Would you like to become my disciple?"
Lu Xingze: "...Sister, why does this sound so familiar?"
Lu Xingyan: "You heard wrong."
It was just the recruitment advertisement, what's so startling about it being exactly the same?
At that time, the youth Yu Huai was covered in disordered Ghost Qi and his memories were already muddled; he didn't have the spare energy to think through much.
In his mind, he could only hold onto the obsession to eradicate evil ghosts.
Trying to remember anything else would set off his violent Ghost Qi, as if his memories could burst at any moment and scatter his soul to the winds.