Chapter 7

Jay chuckled, pocketed the bead, and somehow produced a small silver flask, then leapt onto the rooftop.

I drifted after him.

Under the moonlight, his face was strikingly handsome, with a hint of mischief.

“Do you usually absorb moonlight to cultivate?”

I nodded, feeling a bit proud:

“That’s why, even though I’m a ghost, my ghostly aura is pure.”

“And among ghosts, I’m considered quite powerful; my four hundred years of cultivation can rival a thousand years of other ghosts.”

Jay’s eyes curved with amusement: “A dragon among ghosts.”

“Do you really remember nothing from your past life?”

“No, and it’s better that way. I don’t want to be like other ghosts, trapped by past life’s hatred and grievances, unable to be free.”

I answered casually.

Jay’s aura suddenly became tense, and after a long silence, he turned to look at me.

“…Is that so.”

It was a long gaze, as if his dark eyes carried a sorrow waiting for a thousand years.

But at the time, I was oblivious, only feeling uneasy from the prolonged silence.

“Isn’t it?”

Eventually, Jay broke the silence,

“Heh, so do you want to dual cultivate with me?”

Me: ??

Jay: “You’ve been following me for so long, haven’t you taken a liking to me?”

My ghostly face seemed to heat up: “Nonsense!”

Jay laughed heartily and took a sip of wine, his eyes shimmering with silent allure:

“Dual cultivating with me, you could become a Ghost King, you won’t lose out.”

Is this about losing or not!

I floated down from the rooftop in anger.

Moments later, I awkwardly floated back up:

“Um… how do a ghost and a human, you know, dual cultivate?”