'Where did this alluring ghost come from?'
'Are Grandpa and I really having a run of romantic luck?'
Jiang Yi's thoughts raced, but his expression remained calm.
A faint smile suddenly appeared on his delicate face, as fair as a blank sheet of paper:
"My name is Jiang, a humble Ghost Cultivator from Dongxiang of Wanshou Country. And what might I call you, miss?"
The female ghost, holding her own head, answered with a beaming smile:
"You may call me Cui Ying. Is this your first time in Cumulus Cloud Grotto, young master? I've never seen the likes of you before."
Jiang Yi didn't answer directly. Instead, he picked up the wine vessel from the low table, the heart's blood within it sloshing gently.
He toyed with it for a moment, then said slowly:
"Surely, Lady Cui, you can't remember every ghost who has ever visited Cumulus Cloud Grotto?"
Hearing this, Cui Ying gently brought the head in her hand back up, reattaching it to her slender neck.
