Zhu Fuyao was stirred by Zhou Xuan's words, her heart involuntarily trembling a bit, and she asked, "You're saying we have ghosts in the Jade Capital. In the Jade Capital, there are Immortals, there's the Heavenly Fire Clan, but there just so happens to be no Ghostly from the human world."
Zhou Xuan, hearing this, realized Zhu Fuyao had misunderstood him, and immediately found it funny. He stretched out a hand and flicked Zhu Fuyao's forehead with a sharp knock.
"Thwack!"
The forehead flick rang out crisply loud, with a hint of sweet, snappy sound to it.
Not far away, the Eternal Life Sect Leader was scared silly, and couldn't help exclaiming, "The Master is still the fierce one—facing Miss Zhu, he actually dares make such a frivolous move."
Never mind that Zhu Fuyao's current identity had already been vaguely guessed by Zhou Xuan as an upper-echelon figure from the Jade Capital,
