"I'll decline on behalf of this household; no need for your kindness," Lu Xingyan stopped Fangtong's enthusiastic offer.
Fangtong was very puzzled.
He raised his hand and pinched his ferocious face, "Why, why isn't everyone delighted by my handsome and dashing looks, and even ghosts fall in love with me?"
Lu Xingyan: "..."
Could one's aesthetics really plummet this much after dying once?
All of a sudden, Lu Xingyan developed an even greater fondness for spiritual cultivation.
She had to strive for longevity to match the heavens!
The master and her ghost murmured softly, drifting through the house.
After turning a corner, Fangtong collided with a brown-clothed maid carrying a lantern, her long tongue hanging out.
The maid first looked up in confusion, but upon seeing Fangtong's features, she was so scared that she flung her lantern away and quickly floated off.
"Ah! A ghost—"