Where had this seductive ghost come from?
Could Grandpa and I really have stumbled into a peach-blossom streak of romantic luck?
Thoughts flashed through Jiang Yi's mind, but his expression remained unchanged.
A faint smile suddenly appeared on his delicate, paper-white face.
"My surname is Jiang. I am a ghost cultivator from Dongxiang in the Longevity Kingdom. Might I ask your name, elder sister?"
The female ghost holding her own head answered with a beaming smile.
"Just call me Cui Ying. This is your first visit to Cloud-Gathering Cave, isn't it, young master? I've never seen anyone like you before."
Jiang Yi did not answer directly. Instead, he picked up the wine goblet on the low table, gently swirling the heart's blood inside.
He toyed with it, rubbing it a few times before saying slowly,
"Could you possibly remember every ghost who has ever visited Cloud-Gathering Cave, Sister Cui?"
At his words, Cui Ying gently fitted the head in her palm back onto her slender neck.
Her terrifying appearance changed in an instant, becoming a gorgeous face like a peeled water chestnut, her skin like congealed cream dusted with powder.
Those peach-blossom eyes were especially alluring. Their slightly upturned corners held coy reproach and resentment, and, paired with her rippling, limpid glances, could kindle a fire even in a ghost's heart, making it ache to push her down and ravish her thoroughly.
"You jest, young master."
It raised a hand to smooth the dark hair at its temple, its voice soft and seductive.
"How could those filthy, turbid things catch my eye? Only a handsome gentleman like you deserves a place in my heart."
As though he had anticipated this, Jiang Yi said lightly,
"Then I am more devoted than you, Sister Cui. Of all the female ghosts in this