"Go to bed early."
After Chu Ming finished washing up, he patted Little Shan's hair, then returned to his room.
He sat at his desk, contemplating the matter of evil entities.
"Martial Artists have a certain deterrent effect on evil entities, but can't actually harm them, let alone expel them."
"Evil entities don't absolutely refrain from attacking those who practice martial arts—the stronger the evil, the less they fear Martial Artists, and they can even threaten Primordial Qi Warriors."
"Although I've already condensed more than thirty threads of Qi and Blood Power in my body—three times that of an ordinary Martial Artist—but..."
"Without means to deal with evil entities, I'm ultimately at a disadvantage."
"Divine Mystery Bureau... Primordial Qi Warriors..."
Chu Ming furrowed his brows, deep in thought. After a moment, he suddenly unfolded some sheets of paper, dipped his brush in ink, and began to write something.
