After introducing himself to the three students before them, Xue Jing in his ghost king form had smiled at them with eyes full of amusement. His lifeless eyes stared at them while his lips were slightly upturned. But despite those grey orbs looking at them, it feels that they were never ever in his line of sight.
The man in crimson robes flicked his fingers once and suddenly the space within the library distorted and their surroundings changed to that of a traditional receiving area. On the table near them, a set of teapots and cups were served hot. Few dishes were prepared on the table as well.
Xue Jing languidly walked passing by them and sat on a soft couch bonelessly in wide ways then continued to watch the three with boredom in his eyes despite his lips curled.
