Qiao Mu condensed a strand of mystic conscious and swiftly checked her conscious. Then, she immediately jumped off the bed with a push from her hands.
This loony apparition had decisively returned to dwelling inside her conscious, but she continued to tirelessly use that gold-beaded pen to work on her indecipherable scribbles.
She moved ceaselessly like someone with ADHD, draining poor Qiao Mu's mystic energy. "Couldn't she peacefully stay inside my conscious and devote herself to silently cultivating mystic conscious like in my previous life?"
"Why did she have to draw indecipherable scribbles over there?" Qiao Mu clutched her face. She will naturally go and learn how to draw talismans when she had free time, but an apparition of the mystic conscious' job was to cultivate mystic conscious!
Was this apparition ill? Why was she wasting her time drawing talismans the whole day instead of obediently cultivating mystic conscious? Qiao Mu really wanted to beat her to death…
