After asking Yan Jingxing for information, Qi Suian found his knowledge was limited. Too much time had passed, and the personnel had completely turned over.
In the end, Qi Suian had no choice but to abandon the investigation. He then took out the Golden Body Ghost, which had crashed into a vegetative state, to study it.
After about half an hour of tinkering, Qi Suian had come up with nothing.
'I really can't make heads or tails of this thing. It's all just a chaotic mess of rule-based crap.'
Sacred relics leverage rules, but this thing was woven directly from them.
Qi Suian couldn't help but roast it. 'This thing is like a spirit made of rules.'
'If this thing ever met one of those experts from fantasy stories who comprehend the Great Dao of Rules, wouldn't these ghosts be the perfect power-up for them?'
