On the way back.
Lu Chuan and Tang Shouli sat in the back seat of the car.
Xiaoqing sat between the two, and although she was a ghost, which technically didn't occupy any space, Tang Shouli still courteously made room for her in the middle.
"Immortal Master..." Xiaoqing leaned toward Lu Chuan, not sure why, but she always felt there was a peculiar scent about this man, similar in age to her, with his vast divine skills. One whiff refreshed her soul, while two made her heart surge with excitement.
Moreover, she had discovered that when she was close enough to Lu Chuan, her ghostly essence would be nourished, preventing any loss of strength. In fact, it even felt slightly stronger.
So it was instinct for her to want to get closer to Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan said, "You don't have to call me Immortal Master; it feels awkward. Just call me Lu Chuan."
Xiaoqing nodded happily, saying, "Big Brother Lu Chuan, you smell so good. I don't know why, but I always want to be near you."
