Jiang Hao wheeled his suitcase out of the airport. Plenty of people were waiting to pick someone up outside, and amid the crowd, he spotted two familiar faces at a glance: Ma Xiaoling and Wang Zhenzhen.
Come to think of it, both of them had come from beauty pageants.
Ma Xiaoling had once played the runner-up of the Miss Asia competition. She was 171 centimeters tall, with distinctive single eyelids, but what drew the most attention were her long, shapely legs beneath her miniskirt. Back then, they had been hailed as the finest legs in Asia.
Of course, Ma Xiaoling attracted attention not only because of her face and figure, but more because of the effortless flair she displayed when catching ghosts and zombies in the show.
Wang Zhenzhen had also played someone with an impressive background. She was 169 centimeters tall, had won Miss Asia, was one-quarter mixed-race, and possessed fair skin and delicate, lovely features.
Ma Xiaoling and Wang Zhenzhen also spotted Jiang Hao at once amid the crowd. Why? Because he stood out too much. Everyone else wore casual clothes, while he wore a full Daoist robe, looking utterly out of place.
The two women exchanged a glance. Wang Zhenzhen whispered, "From what you said before, I thought he'd be some dull middle-aged man. I didn't expect him to be around our age—and he's handsome too."
Ma Xiaoling curled her lip. "He wore a Daoist robe on a plane. Do you really think he isn't dull? The Maoshan Sect Leader I spoke to on the phone said this Jiang Hao had cultivated in the mountains since childhood and had never come down before. He probably doesn't understand anything. Sigh, who knows what trouble he'll cause later. It's all Great-Aunt's fault."
While Ma Xiaoling muttered to herself, Jiang