Duan Ling rubbed his nose awkwardly. "In any case, as long as you're okay, we can rest easy." As he spoke, he couldn't help but stand on his toes to peer at the large rock behind Lu Zhan.
He saw that it was covered with a thick layer of leaves.
Duan Ling clicked his tongue in amazement. "Old Lu, when did you get so delicate? Piling up all these leaves... Anyone who didn't know better would think you've had a beautiful lady keeping you company these past two days."
The corner of Lu Zhan's eye twitched. He ignored him and walked straight toward the boat moored by the shore.
Watching his retreating figure, Duan Ling stroked his chin, lost in thought.
'Could it be? Did Old Lu really hide a beautiful lady here?'
At this thought, he looked all around.
But this deserted island had nothing but the jungle in the distance.
'So, don't tell me Old Lu ran into a female ghost?'
Duan Ling shuddered and hurried to follow him.
