"I'm really leaving this time."
Xiaoqiao waved and turned to leave.
"See you later, Lord Qiao. Don't forget there's a humble artist in the Palace of Gathered Elegance, awaiting your patronage."
Jiang Yi bowed slightly, adding with a smile.
Then he stood quietly before the palace gate, watching the green-clad girl depart.
With a hum, the phantom image of the golden paper flashed in his eyes, and tiny, tadpole-like characters materialized upon it.
'So she really is just an "ordinary female ghost"? That Miss Xiaoqiao doesn't seem to have much of a ghostly aura.'
His recent encounters with too many "Upper Cultivators" had led Jiang Yi to develop the good habit of consulting the Celestial Book about everyone he met.
If it didn't require much time to deduce, it meant their origins were relatively clear, and at the very least, they weren't hiding some catastrophic trap.
"Mountain-and-Water Scholar of the Profound City."
