Sumeru Mountain, Little Leiyin Temple.
Zhao Yi stood with a branch in hand, on the ruins of the former Little Leiyin Temple, a look of lament on his face.
"The Buddhist Sect harbors filth; that this Buddhist sanctuary was destroyed by the Tribulation Thunder can be seen as karmic justice, inevitable retribution!"
"Isn't that right?"
Zhao Yi's words were questioned by the Divine Thought of the Sage of Time: "There are countless wandering spirits on this mountain. Even some battlefields in the Spirit Realm don't have such a heavy aura of resentment from the undead. There must have been a merciless massacre here, and those who died felt wronged, which is why so many spirits linger."
Hmm?
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow. He changed the topic: "What spirits are you talking about? Ghosts? If there really are ghosts in this world, you undead mages could take a side job catching them?"
