Huang Ye snapped back to reality. "It's nothing, I was just pondering a question."

"Xiao Wan, actually, when we were drinking the other day, I noticed your birthmark seemed a bit unusual, giving off an evil vibe. I suspected then that it might be some kind of malevolent presence."

"Now that it's moved onto my head, I'm even more certain of my judgment."

"But don't worry, I just checked, and it seems this thing is afraid of cultivators. I can slowly dissolve it."