Murong Caiyun immediately shook her head, dismissing the thought, while Mo Hua’s voice reached her ears:
"...Senior Sister, there must be untold secrets behind Senior Sister Ye Jin’s death."
"Also, the way she died was extremely dangerous..."
Murong Caiyun exerted great effort to force herself not to look at Mo Hua’s face but to focus on what he was saying.
"Dangerous?"
Murong Caiyun seemed puzzled.
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded, "I don’t know what Senior Sister Jin Er experienced before she died, but surely she suffered great injustice and pain, feeling utterly hopeless, thus opting for the taboo in cultivation, ’dying a tragic death, mouth filled with grievance, transforming into a fierce ghost,’ as her only way out."
"Transforming into a fierce ghost..."
Murong Caiyun’s face turned pale.
Hua Qianqian also turned pale with fright.
She only knew that Ye Jin had once asked whether people turn into ghosts after death, but she never would have thought that she would consider becoming a "fierce ghost" and contemplate suicide.
Even to the point of committing suicide in the "tragic" manner of self-immolation.
Murong Caiyun also realized the seriousness of the issue.
Though unfamiliar with the Dao of ghosts and gods, she knew that once someone turned into a fierce ghost, they would be exceedingly vicious and cause endless disasters.
Cultivators would tremble at the mention of ghosts, for ghosts differ from humans; they are incorporeal, contrary to the blood and spiritual cultivation system of cultivators, making them not only difficult to deal with but also extremely dangerous.
Some high-rank cultivators, with deep divine senses, might not fear ghosts,
but without means to restrain the supernatural, they would still have no way to handle those ghosts.
If Junior Sister Jin Er really turned into a fierce ghost...
Murong Caiyun glanced at Mo Hua worriedly, "Wouldn’t that mean you’re also in great danger?"
Mo Hua shook his head and said, "I’ll be fine."
Murong Caiyun was about to ask why, but seeing Mo Hua’s calm expression, deep eyes, and an aura of reassuring steadiness,
she held back.
In critical moments, stillness prevails.
Upon their first meeting, whenever Mo Hua encountered a crisis, he would occasionally show this expression.
Now, years later, as Mo Hua matured and spent some years as the junior brother, this aura of having everything under control became even more apparent.
Murong Caiyun sighed, "Alright then..."
Cultivators all have their secrets.