"You blocked the door with a mirror; ghosts dread seeing their own death state, so it was frightened away," Yang Xiao understood.
"Exactly," Xiang Fengchen shifted to a more comfortable position, raised his hand pointing towards the direction of the three women's room, and looked at Yang Xiao quite proudly, "Kid, I'll bet with you that tomorrow when we visit, there will definitely be a chair placed on the Eight Immortals table in that room's hall, upside down with the seat facing down and the back facing away from the door. Do you believe it?"
"What's the wager?" Yang Xiao said, neither servile nor overbearing.
"If I lose, you can do what you want with me, even slap me across the face, and if you lose..." Xiang Fengchen suddenly laughed, "you call me master, how about that?"
"No hurry, let me check first thing tomorrow morning, then I'll decide whether or not to slap you." Yang Xiao replied with a casual shrug.