On the way back, Yue Qingqing still hadn't figured it out.
When the Ghost Cultivator left, he had cleanly severed all clues. Yue Qingqing had used her Spiritual Energy to search but found nothing, clearly, the opponent was well-prepared.
And those jars and bottles accidentally left behind, Yue Qingqing wasn't even sure if they could be considered clues.
Fortunately, Yue Qingqing wasn't fixating on it too much, still comforting herself in her mind.
I'm just a weak, pitiful, helpless (but can eat) elementary student.
If it really doesn't work out, I'll deal with it the next time I encounter them.
The Ghost Cultivator lost the Ghost Mirage this time and probably also suffered a hit to his vitality, so he surely wouldn't dare to cause trouble for a while.
Thinking this way, Yue Qingqing stopped obsessing and sat on the bus, casually looking out of the window.
Suddenly—
"A riot of colors in black!"