A Serious Fiendish Cultivator

Yi Qing stepped forward naturally, waved his hand to push the ghost who was almost dispersing towards the direction of Meng Po. "This one is in your charge."

"Oh." Only then did Meng Po's attention return. She produced a hand seal, and instantly that ghost flashed and turned into a light which flew into Meng Po's palm. After keeping the ghost, she looked towards Shen Ying, her eyes shining, "Sect master, please rest assured, I will send him back into the sect myself."

Shen Ying nodded, "Hmm. You are free to go!"

"Sect master…" Meng Po looked at her, her eyes heavy, as if she wanted to say something. "I… Can't I stay a bit more?"

Before Shen Ying could reply, Yi Qing beside her actually side-stepped directly and said boldly, "Meal is not prepared for you!"

"…" Who mentioned the meal?