"..."
Xu Yang and the Lady Ghost looked at each other, both at a loss for words.
Of course.
This "at a loss for words" is just a figure of speech.
After all, the Lady Ghost's face is covered by her black hair, so Xu Yang couldn't actually see her face.
She floated down from the stairs and came to Xu Yang's side, extending a fair, bare foot from under her red skirt, and gently kicked Ma Long twice. Seeing no response from Ma Long, she wrote, "Is he dead?"
"Not exactly."
Xu Yang said: "He's just frightened and passed out...strange, did you just reveal yourself? How could he see you?"
"I did not reveal myself."
The Lady Ghost shook her head and wrote: "I find it strange too. This little chubby guy has been to my place before, but he couldn't see me. With my strength, unless I reveal myself, only a Martial Arts Heavenly Being Realm warrior or a Divine Realm Daoist could sense me. How can he, a mere mortal, see me?"
