Officer Xiaoli poked his head out and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry for the trouble this time, Little Daoist, but don't worry, Daoist Master. I will definitely persuade them. Even if it doesn't work, I won't skimp on the money to honor the Grandmaster."
"Nah, it's alright."
Officer Xiaoli didn't say much more. He stepped on the gas and the car sped towards Changchun Temple.
Afterward, Ning An purposefully headed towards the inpatient department, returning to the third floor.
He had just met a special incense burner here.
"Things have been really strange lately."
In the third-floor bathroom, while washing his hands, Ning An spoke in this direction.
However, in the mirror above the sink, besides Ning An's reflection, there was nothing else.
"Daoist Ning, I had no other choice; I really left too suddenly."
The young ghost scratched his head, feeling genuinely embarrassed.
"Alright, go ahead and talk. Anyway, in your current state, no one else can see you besides me."
